“That,” said I, giving him a trifle, “is an excellent understanding.”
Then I walked into the salle-à-manger, and almost into the arms of an extraordinarily handsome girl who was standing just inside the door.
“This is really an eventful day,” I thought to myself.
[Chapter VI.]
A Hint of Something Serious.
Occurrences such as this induce in a man of imagination a sense of sudden shy intimacy. The physical encounter seems to typify and foreshadow some intermingling of destiny. This occurs with peculiar force when the lady is as beautiful as was the girl I saw before me.
“I beg your pardon, madame,” said I, with a whirl of my hat.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said the lady, with an inclination of her head.