"You don't speak like a common woman--you don't look like one--and you are just the woman I want."
"Has what you are saying anything to do with the young lady I saw last night?"
"You have hit it again. It has to do with her. Shall I go on?"
Mrs. Lenoir was keeping a stern control over her feelings. She saw that the man was acting a part; she saw that he was no gentleman, and that it behoved her to be careful if she wished to serve the girl who, without any reason but that born of an almost despairing hope, she believed to be her child.
"Yes; go on."
"I am going to give you my confidence," he said grandiloquently.
"I am waiting to receive it."
"Well, you know, we are in love with each other."
"You told me so last night."
"But our positions are different. I am a gentleman, and she is----"