"And I am wild, is that it?"
"A savage—yes—One feels that you would break one's bones if you were angry—and would mock most of the time,—but if you loved. Mon Dieu!—it would be worth while!"
"You have had immense experience of love Coralie, haven't you?"
She shrugged her shoulders—.
"I am not sure that it has been love—."
"Neither am I."
"They say that you have given millions to the little demi-mondaine Suzette la Blonde——and that you are crazy about her, Nicholas—Did I see her on the stairs just now?"—
I frowned—. She saw in a moment it was not the right line—. "For that! it is nothing, Nicholas—they are very attractive, those ladies—one understands—but—your book and your secretary?—hein?—"
I lit a cigarette with supreme calm, and did not answer, so that she was obliged to go on—.
"Her face is pretty in spite of those glasses, Nicholas—and one saw that she walked well as she went on."