"I don't just see my way open," he began. "You can't apologize to a man who tries to assassinate you on sight."
"You were friends before that day in the Place de la Concorde?"
"We had not come to blows."
"Politics,—is that all?"
"That is all that divides us, and, parbleu! it divides a good many in France just now."
"Yes. Monsieur Jean, you must change your politics," she promptly responded.
"Wha-at? Never! Why——"
"Not for the woman you love?"
"But, Fouchette, you don't understand, mon enfant. A gentleman can't change his politics as he does his coat."
"Men do, monsieur,—men do,—yes, every day."