In his evening clothes he looked at least a foot taller than usual. Marie saw his eyes warm as he slipped over madame's beautiful white shoulders her evening wrap.
Monsieur's eyes warmed as he slipped the wrap over madame's shoulders
Before madame left she turned and whispered in Marie's ear.
"I may be late," she said; "but you will be here when I return."
"Yes, mademoiselle."
"Without fail?"
"Yes, mademoiselle."
Marie watched monsieur take his bride's arm as they went out the door, and the thing she whispered to herself had nothing to do with madame at all.