As she held out her plate I noticed her arm, the outline of which was lost in lace.
“Why are you looking up my sleeve instead of eating?”
“I am looking at your arm, dear. You are charming, let me tell you, this evening. That coiffure suits you so well, and that dress which I was unacquainted with.”
“Well, when one seeks to make a conquest—”
“How pretty you look, pet!”
“Is it true that you think me charming, pretty, and a pet this evening? Well, then,” lowering her eyes and smiling at her bracelets, “in that case I do not see why—”
“What is it you do not see, dear?”
“I do not see any reason why you should not come and give me just a little kiss.”
And as the kiss was prolonged, she said to me, amid bursts of laughter, her head thrown back, and showing the double row of her white teeth: “I should like some pie; yes, some brie! You will break my Bohemian glass, the result of my economy. You always cause some mishap when you want to kiss me. Do you recollect at Madame de Brill’s ball, two days before our marriage, how you tore my skirt while waltzing in the little drawing-room?”
“Because it is difficult to do two things at once-to keep step and to kiss one’s partner.”