“Are you in love with me, monsieur?”
He stared a moment, and then bungled out a monosyllable:
“Why?”
“O!” she said; “it is a fair challenge, is it not? Tell me—do you think me pretty?”
He was beginning to recover his self-possession.
“Yes, certainly I do, Fanchette,” he said.
“Do you take an obvious pleasure in my company?”
“If it is obvious, it is obvious,” he answered evasively.
“I will put it another way,” she said. “Is it for my sake that you seek it so often?”
“Do I seek it often?”