"Nicholas!" she cooed "—what happiness!"—
Then she eyed Miss Sharp mischievously, making a movement as though she expected me to introduce them—.
But Miss Sharp defeated this by immediately walking on—.
"Tiens!" said Coralie—.
"That is Miss Sharp—my secretary—What are you doing—here Coralie?"
"Perhaps the same as you, cher ami—" and she rippled with laughter—"Versailles is so tranquil a place!"
I could have slapped her—fortunately Miss Sharp was out of earshot—.
Jean Duquesnois now joined in—he was back from the front for two days—things were going better—peace would certainly be declared before Christmas—.
Coralie meanwhile was looking after Miss Sharp with an expression upon her clever face which only a Frenchwoman is able to put there—It said as plainly as words, "So this is the reason Nicholas!—Well you have chosen something very every-day and inexpensive this time!—Men are certainly crazy in their tastes!"
I pretended not to notice, and so she spoke.