"It does not say, monsieur."
"Ah!"
"But I think so," she said earnestly, "for he was the handsomest man in all France."
"It said nothing of England?"
"No, monsieur, only France."
He nodded with great dignity, and motioned her to proceed. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table, and rested her chin on her interlocked fingers.
"To-day I was reading it to Louis," she said, "when, just at the moment that they met—vous voilà!—you came. Monsieur," she said naïvely, "are you a fairy prince?"
He considered, with head characteristically on one side.
"N-no," he said, "I cannot claim that, but——"
"Ah, yes?" Her face lit up with delighted anticipation.