"What is that?" Jennifer looked rather alarmed.
Philip turned back to her.
"That is a foolish habit, Jenny. They say I chatter French all day. Which is very affected."
"French? Do you talk French now? How wonderful!" breathed Jennifer. "Say something else! Please!"
"La lumière de tes beaux yeux me pénètre jusqu'au cœur." He bowed, smiling.
"Oh! What does that mean?"
"It wouldn't be good for you to know," answered Philip gravely.
"Oh! but I would like to know, I think," she said naïvely.
"I said that—you have very beautiful eyes."
"Did you? How—how dreadful of you! And you won't forget the—the can—can—what you were going to write for me, will you?"