“Are you then in danger, monsieur?” she asked in a tone of deep solicitude.
“Any man might well be at such short range as this,” he answered, meeting her gaze and laughing. “So you heard me?”
“I heard you calling on some one else to save you from some dreadful fate, and the thought of any one in deep trouble appeals to me.”
“Danger it might be and yet not deep trouble. I can well imagine there would be compensations—when I look at you. You’re a born coquette, I fear, Lucette. I shall have to read you a lecture or two.”
“The experience of professors in any art is always to be welcomed, monsieur.”
“Do Dauban and de Cavannes agree in that? They’ve had a pretty fair taste of the experience, at any rate,” he laughed.
“Do you rate yourself on the same footing with them?”
“In your eyes, do you mean?”
“They are canaille, Monsieur Pascal.”
“Some fishermen are so keen at the sport that when they can’t hook the trout they are glad to take the minnows.”