"I can only beg that I, too, may worship at those little feet."
"Mr. Jettan, I can only beg that you will cease to make yourself ridiculous."
"If it is ridiculous to adore, then must I refuse to obey you, fairest. For the sake of one smile, all would I do, save that which is without my power."
Cleone's eyes glittered.
"You have become very adept at flattery, sir."
"But no! Flattery shall never be among my accomplishments, even were it necessary, which here"—he smiled ardently—"it most assuredly is not."
"You surprise me, sir! I thought Paris to be the home of flattery."
"On l'a diffamée. Paris teaches appreciation."
"La!" Cleone, too, could be affected. "You go too deep for me, Mr. Jettan! I fear I am no match for your wit. I am but newly come from the country." The words bit.
"It is almost inconceivable," he said, studying her with the air of a connoisseur.