“Yes,” she said.
Then his manner changed, his enthusiasm seemed to die, and he looked steadily into her face.
“But before it all comes one must enter the Académie.”
“It is so.”
“Mademoiselle, do you want very much to do so?”
“Oh, greatly! greatly!”
“Then it shall be. I guarantee it.”
“Oh, monsieur!”
He leaned over the table, his face serious now, his handsome eyes eager. “If mademoiselle will be kind,” he said.
She looked at him an instant and let her eyes fall.