“Embrace my secretary; that will give more pleasure to both of you.”
I looked at Marie and she blushed as red as a cherry.
“Mademoiselle!” I said, imploringly.
She held up her cheeks to me.
I took her hands in mine, and looked at her intently.
“Has Mademoiselle,” I asked the Colonel, “a page in your memoirs?”
“The last—a white page. But Marie has something to tell me. What is it, my child?”
“That supper is ready, grandpapa.”
“You hear. Have you an appetite?”
“Unfortunately, I have just dined.”