Gaston felt that five charming pairs of eyes were fixed upon him, and studied to assume his most graceful posture.
After a brief time given to arrangement, Andre grew disgusted.
“I wish that she would look round,” said he to himself. “I think she would feel rather ashamed. I will say a word to her.”
He rose from his chair, and, without thinking how terribly he might compromise the lady, he took up a position at her side. She was, however, intently watching something that was going on in the street, and did not turn her head.
“Madame,” said he.
She started, and, as she turned and recognized Andre, she uttered a little cry of surprise.
“Great heavens! is that you?”
“Yes, it is I.”
“And here? I dare say that my presence in this place surprises you,” she went on, “and that I have a short memory, and no feelings of pride.”
Andre made no reply, and his silence was a sufficient rejoinder to the question.