"Caramba, how polite!" exclaimed the young girl, growing pale.
"You always think something disagreeable is meant," quickly added the count, as he saw by the change in her face what idea had crossed her mind.
"Many thanks. I take your words for what they are worth."
"You will be wrong in not thinking them sincere. Besides, there is no need my telling you how worthy you are of admiration, for everybody knows it."
"Thank you; thank you! So you are tired of playing?"
"My teeth hurt me a little."
"Have them out."
"All of them?"
"Those that hurt you, man. Ave Maria!"
"With what indifference you say it. I suppose nothing would affect you?"