"You have done some mischief."
"How much?"
"I don't know. But you love uncertainty."
"True, true. And you seem to think that I love candour."
"Don't you?"
"I think that I love everything and everybody in the world except you."
I laughed again. I knew that I had triumphed.
"Behold your decision," I cried, "and the hair-dresser still waits!"
She did not answer me. She stood there smiling. I took her hand and kissed it with much and even affected gallantry. Then I went and paid a like attention to Madame Briande. As the little woman made her curtsey she turned alarmed and troubled eyes up to me.
"Oh, mon Dieu!" she murmured.