Would not even this old grave be made merry with sunlight, if little Suzette were here?
He opened the book of familiar French phrases, and began to copy some of them. He worked feverishly, determinedly, for quite a time. Then he read the list he had made, half aloud. It was this:
"Good-morning, my pretty one!"
"Will you walk with me?"
"May I have your company to dinner?"
"What is your name?"
"I dare say you laugh at my pronunciation."
"I am lonely in Paris."
"Are you?"
"You ought to see my chambers."