“Hélas!” The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders expressively; then straightened and showed his teeth in a smile.

“Since my speeches are wasted, I will follow you in, Madame.”

Patricia paused.

“All the world loves a lover—even I——”

“Yes—yes——”

“If I could be sure that you loved——”

“You?”

“Her,” sternly.

He shrugged again, “Ah, yes—I love her—of course! Why, otherwise, should I wish to marry her?”

“I wonder,” slowly, “why you speak of my beaux yeux?” she said thoughtfully.