Mademoiselle Noémie turned away a moment, walked to the other side of the hall, and stood there, looking vaguely about her. At last she came back. “It must be charming to be able to order pictures at such a rate. Venetian portraits, as large as life! You go at it en prince. And you are going to travel about Europe that way?”
“Yes, I intend to travel,” said Newman.
“Ordering, buying, spending money?”
“Of course I shall spend some money.”
“You are very happy to have it. And you are perfectly free?”
“How do you mean, free?”
“You have nothing to bother you—no family, no wife, no fiancée?”
“Yes, I am tolerably free.”
“You are very happy,” said Mademoiselle Noémie, gravely.
“Je le veux bien!” said Newman, proving that he had learned more French than he admitted.