"See that girl! The emperor may now imagine what his brother Jerome has done! Her father has brought her over from America to marry her, and it will need all his money to accomplish that!"
Annabel shook the rain of misty hair at the sides of her rose pink face, and laughed a joyful retort.
"No wonder poor Prince Jerome had to go to America for a wife! Did you ever see such hairy faced frights as these Parisians of the Empire! Lazarre fell ill looking at them. He pretends he doesn't see women, monsieur, and goes about with his coat skirts loaded with books. I used to be almost as much afraid of him as I am of you!"
"Ah, mademoiselle, I dread to enter paradise."
"Why, monsieur?"
"The angels are afraid of me!"
"Not when you smile."
"Teach me that adorable smile of yours!"
"Oh, how improving you will be to Lazarre, monsieur! He never paid me a compliment in his life. He never said anything but the truth."
"The lucky dog! What pretty things he had to say!"