"And you, Monsieur le docteur?"
For he had gone on eating and drinking with apparent tranquillity.
"Oh, I have nothing—nothing but admiration," he said smiling.
She shook her head.
"Ca ne va pas. The chief guest. Ah, no! That is not kind. A birthday—c'est une chose bien serieuse, voyons. Who knows? Per'aps you never 'ave another chance—and then you 'ave remorse—'orrible, terrible remorse. Or do you never 'ave remorse either, Monsieur le docteur?"
"No—not yet."
"You must not run ze risk, then."
He thought savagely.
"If I had a diamond stud she would make me give it her."
He took a shilling from his pocket and laid it gravely in the midst of her trophies.