"I just saw her, that's all," Jules explained with mock gravity. "Isn't that enough?"
"In the circus?"
Jules nodded.
"Then you fell in love with her because she does such wonderful things, and looks so beautiful in the ring. Now, you wouldn't have fallen in love if you'd just met her like any one else."
"But it was because she wasn't like anyone else that I did fall in love with her," Jules insisted, with the air of carrying on the joke.
"But if she'd never been in the circus—if you'd just met her here, or anywhere else except in the circus—do you think you would have fallen in love with her then?"
"Of course I should," Jules replied unhesitatingly, though he knew he was lying.
Jeanne shrugged her shoulders and looked skeptical.
"I wish I could be in the circus," she said, "and get flowers, and be admired, and earn a lot of money like Blanche. And isn't it the funniest thing," she went on, growing more confidential, "Blanche doesn't care about it at all."
"About the flowers, and being admired, and all that?"