"She does not look like a waitress."
"No; she is very good looking."
"Where did you secure her?"
"Quite near here; in an inn frequented by painters, where her innocence was in danger from the customers."
"And you preserved it?"
He blushed and replied: "Yes, I preserved it."
"To your own advantage, perhaps."
"Certainly, to my own advantage, for I would rather have a pretty face about me than an ugly one."
"Is that the only feeling that she inspires in you?"
"Perhaps it was she who inspired in me the irresistible desire of seeing you again, for every woman when she attracts my eyes, even if it is only for the duration of a second, carries my thoughts back to you."