"Do you like it?" she asked, with a thankful look.
"Yes. I admire these English fashions. I think our women are wrong to go to a horse-race dressed as if for a garden-party. It's not smart."
He took her sunshade and toyed with it, reading the inscription, engraved on its silver handle.
"'Attendre pour atteindre.'[A] Is that your motto?" he inquired.
"Yes."
"Have you never had another?"
"Never."
"It's a wise one," he remarked. "It's a fact that everything comes at last to those who know how to wait."
"Alas! not everything, not everything," she murmured, sadly.