"Your eyes tell whether your heart's warmth depends upon the zone you dwell in."
"Are you wise in trusting in truth from woman's eyes?" she said softly, and looking into his face.
"In some cases, yes; they are en verite the language of the soul."
And his gaze plainly shows his admiration. "You sing, I am told?"
"A little; it could not be otherwise if one has lived so much in the south as I; the voice of song seems the natural language for one's varying emotions."
"You will sing me one song to-night?"
"Yes, if you care; instead of a waltz."
"I want both."
"And you look like a man who has his way most days."
"In trifles, yes; in things longed for, never!'"
"Well, if so; as the song and waltz are trifles to make your assertion true, you must have them."