"As for me, monsieur," said she haughtily, "this is the first time in my life that ever I saw you, and I tell you that"--
"That you do not desire to see me again?"
"That is not exactly what I was going to say. However, your belief in types and not in individuals shocks me, I acknowledge. For what man has then a perfect ideal?"
"Men are but men, be certain of that, madame. I affirm more: to believe in a variety of men is dangerous; there are only certain types many times repeated. We often think to find a new man, an unknown; but we soon recognize an old acquaintance who, between you and me, does not amount to much."
"In the abstract you are right, monsieur," said she, glancing at the Russian, who smiled, and at the Galician, who appeared not to listen. "But," added she quickly, "we will not grieve about it. En route and Au revoir!"
"Au revoir! but where?"
"At Genoa."
"At what place?"
"At Aqua Sola," said one of the Italians; "there is good music there, and there we may easily find each other."
Every one arose and saluted the lady, who held out her hand to the young Pole and wished him better health.