“I think of you when I wake up, all the morning, at noon, all the afternoon—”
“Non, non, non!...” She was laughing now. “Maybe one leetle theenk—only. But I—oh, I have theenk of you ver’ much. I have theenk you are pas fidèle.”
“I!... Not faithful!”
“Yes.” She nodded her head decidedly.
“Why do you say that? You know I am fidèle.”
“I have see’ you.”
“Seen me—where?”
“Oh, you are ver’ wicked.... You deceive me mos’ cruel.” He could not tell if she were serious or if she were teasing him. “Also I am mos’ jalouse. It is thees yo’ng girl—thees yo’ng American girl. I have see’ you with her las’ night.”
“Oh yes. We had dinner together. She has just come back to Paris for a day or two.”
“Oh yes,” she mimicked. “I know thees leetle dinner. She tries to steal you away from me.... You like her more than me. It is so. I see it.... I shall take me a dagger and make her to die—so.” She laughed gaily.