"But certainly! Her hair—"
"And her hair? In fact, shall we pass over all her attractions?"
"He is very much in love," loudly whispered De Bergeret.
Philip flashed a smile at him.
"Very much, Jules. Proceed, Vicomte."
The Vicomte sipped his wine.
"M. Bancroft, he told of your—ah—infatuation. He described the lady—oh, fully!"
The thin lips were growing into a straight, smiling line, tightly compressed. Philip nodded.
"Allons! Allons!"
"Vicomte, does the gossip of the gaming-halls amuse you?" asked Saint-Dantin sharply.