Nancy said, "No," and remained standing.
He said, "Sit down," and she obeyed him.
He sat staring before him for a while, with his underlip pushed up under his upper-lip, making his straight, short-cut moustache stand out. He was a strong, large, ugly man. Nancy suddenly remembered that she had called him "toi," and said, "adieu, mes amours" to him in her letters, and she felt faint with shame. He made a little noise, something between a cough and a growl, and looked up at her.
"What are you thinking?" he said.
She laughed. "I am thinking that I called you Prince Charming, whereas you really are the Ogre."
"Yes," he said, and stared at her a long time. Then he got up suddenly and put out his large hand. "Good-night, Miss Brown," he said. He took his hat and stick, and went out, shutting the door decidedly behind him.
The next morning at half-past eleven he came; he had a small bunch of lilies of the valley in his hand.
"Will you invite me to lunch?" he said.
Yes, Nancy would be very pleased. She thought of the twenty-two francs in her purse; but nothing mattered.
They lunched in the dining-room, and he was very silent. Nancy spoke of music, but he did not respond.