"I know that," she replied firmly.
"And you'll come?"
"Yes; I've said I would."
"Why do you make the exception?"
"Because I know you're a gentleman. I trust you implicitly."
That went to the heart of him—drove home—the words quivering where they struck.
CHAPTER XIV
There was much ceremony when they departed—much French politesse, and many charming little attentions were paid. Marie assisted Monsieur on with his coat, which, being British, he strongly objected to. Berthe brought Madame a beautiful chrysanthemum from the vase on one of the vacant tables and, when Sally proposed wearing it, insisted upon pinning it in herself, her eyes dancing with delight as she stood back to admire its effect.
Berthe and Marie stood at the bottom of the stairs as they ascended.
"Au'voir, Monsieur—merci—au'voir, Madame."