"Ah, ça! When she flies into a rage at the mention of him and another woman? Monsieur is not gifted with surprising penetration."
"But Mademoiselle Madeleine is rather a handsome girl," he observed, tentatively. While he mentally resolved not to be robbed of his own secret he was not averse to gaining any information this girl might possess.
"Perhaps," said she,—"for those who admire the robust style. But you should see the other; she's an angel!"
"Indeed?"
It was hard to put this in a tone of indifference, and he felt her eyes upon him.
"Yes, monsieur."
"I'd like to see her. You know angels are not to be seen every day."
"Monsieur Lerouge can be trusted, I suppose, to render these visions as fleeting and rare as possible."
He winced perceptibly.
"But Madeleine has magnificent eyes," he suggested.