"All credit comes to you for it," he answered—"though I had rather believe it natural—it is too spontaneous to be otherwise."
"Merci, monsieur," and, arising, swept him a curtsy.
"No, I mean it!" he protested.
"Is not fascination equivalent to coquetry?" she asked.
"Fascination may include coquetry, it comprehends more, much more."
"For instance?"
"Ease of bearing, under all circumstances."
"You think I have that quality."
"To perfection, mademoiselle, to perfection."