This time the smile was for me. And, oh, the long, old, overpowering enchantment of the smile of steel-gray eyes!—the steel-gray eyes of the Devil!
It is one of those things that one remembers.
“You are a beautifully frank, little feminine creature,” he said. “Frankness is in these days a lost art.”
“Yes, I am beautifully frank,” I replied. “Out of countless millions of the Devil’s anointed I am one to acknowledge myself.”
“But withal you are not true,” said the man-devil.
“I am a liar,” I answered.
“You are a liar, surely,” he said, “but you stay with your lies. To stay with anything is Truth.”
“It is so,” I replied. “Nevertheless I am false as woman can be.”
“But you know what you want.”
“Oh, yes,” I said, “I know what I want. I want you to marry me.”