“In the morning, at noon, in the afternoon—”
“Oh, oh!... It is not possible. But sometimes. Once, twice? For I shall be theenking of you always.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes,” she nodded emphatically, and then—he would have missed it had she omitted it—“and you?”
“More than anybody in the world.”
“More than thees yo’ng American girl?... I have seen her thees day. She is in Paris. Do you know?”
“You must be mistaken, mignonne. Miss Knox is out at the front.”
“It is so.... It is so. I have seen her—thees day. Oh, do you theenk I do not know her? I am ver’ jalouse—mos’ jalouse. She come for take you away from me.”
“Don’t you let her do it,” said Ken happily. “Don’t you dare let her do it.”
“I do not know,” she said, becoming suddenly grave. “You are American—she is American.... Some day...” Then she laughed gaily, impishly. “Mais these American girl, they do not know how to dress. Oh, it is terrible!”