"Yes," he said. "In fact——?"
"In fact, you are disposed, if occasion offer, to be a trifle intrepid."
"I protest!" he exclaimed. "You have nothing to justify any such judgment."
"Nothing to justify, possibly—much to suspect."
"In what way, mademoiselle?"
"In the cast of the eye, monsieur—and the tilt of the head—and in other indefinable ways, appreciated by sight alone."
"I suppose, I should be flattered that you have observed me so closely!" he laughed. "I did not know I was so dangerous."
"I should call it fascinating," she answered.
He bent and kissed her hand, in the most courtly way.