"I think of the feminist movement."
He sat down.
"I'm afraid you must go," she said, laughing with her eyes. "I have to dress ... to go and dine with Mr. Van der Staal."
He kissed her hand:
"You are an angel and a demon. You know everything. You can do anything. You are the most interesting woman I ever met."
"Because I correct proofs."
"Because you are what you are."
And, very seriously, still holding her hand, he said, almost threateningly:
"I shall never be able to forget you."
And he went away. As soon as she was alone, she opened all her windows. She realized, it was true, that she was something of a coquette, but that lay in her nature: she was like that involuntarily, to some men. Certainly not to all. Never to Duco. Never to men whom she respected. Whereas she despised that little prince, with his blazing eyes and his habit of kissing people.... But he served to amuse her....