"You have some strange deeds to answer for," he said, lightly.
For one moment she looked startled.
"What do you mean, Earle?" she asked.
"I believe," he replied, "that you have made a conquest of this famous Lord Vivianne."
"Heaven forbid!" she said; and she said it so earnestly that Earle looked at her in utter wonder.
"I am tired of conquests, Earle," she said, trying to smile. "I want nothing—no one but you, no love but yours."
"It is almost cruel, Doris, to make me such a beautiful speech in the presence of a crowded opera house, where it is impossible that I can thank you properly for it."
"How would you thank me properly for it, Earle?" she asked, coquettishly.
"I would count the number of letters in the words, and would give you as many kisses as there are letters."
"Kissing is not fashionable," she said; "it is very well for common people, but ladies of fashion do not indulge in such old-fashioned manners."