She looked at him with mocking eyes.
“What do you mean by that?” Phil asked.
“Oh, I don’t mean to offend you, Monsieur Phil. I believe you’re sincere!”
“You think I’m sincere!”
“My dear Phil, I’ve seen men dragging themselves at my knees,—do you hear? dragging themselves at my knees with tears in their eyes,—men who wouldn’t look at me now!”
“I’m not that kind,” said Phil.
“So much the better!” said Suzanne, becoming suddenly grave. “I’m happy for Helia’s sake—very happy, because she thinks so, too!”
Phil took up his palette; but Suzanne could not stay quiet.
“Say, Monsieur Phil, how good you are, all the same!”
“I? Why?”