“An invitation which includes a friend,” he continued, sitting down. “Ah, you smile! You mean that is less interesting?”
“A man may smile and smile, and not be a villain,” said I. “I meant nothing of the sort. I smiled at your exhilaration—nothing more, on the word of a moral Englishman.”
Gustave grimaced; then he waved his cigarette in the air, exclaiming:
“She is charming, my dear Gilbert!”
“The exhilaration is explained.”
“There is not a word to be said against her,” he added hastily.
“That does not depress me,” said I. “But why should she invite me?”
“She doesn’t invite you; she invites me to bring—anybody!”
“Then she is ennuyée, I presume?”
“Who would not be, placed as she is? He is inhuman!”