“Délicieuse!”
Then, thrusting forth his chin from his cravat, he said,—
“You are perfectly right.”
But the logical woman would not let herself be set aside by a compliment.
“If I am right, you are not.”
“That is another matter. You are right because it becomes you; a woman in that case is always right.”
“Stas!” said Marynia, turning to her husband. But there was so much charm in the woman at that moment, that he also looked on her with delight, his eyes smiled, his nostrils moved with a quick motion; for a moment he covered her hand with his, and said,—
“Oh, child, child!”
Then he inclined to her, and whispered,—
“If we were not in this hall, I would kiss those dear eyes and that mouth.”