"Well," he went on placidly, "Mademoiselle Lucille is a pretty girl."
"Lucille," I said. "Is that her name?"
He cocked his eye at me across the table.
"Yes—a pretty name, eh?"
"It is," I answered him, with steady eyes. "I never heard a prettier."
Chapter IV
Disqualified
"Rêver c'est le bonheur; attendre c'est la vie."