"More than one?"
"Three or four; but I shall never whistle!"
"That's what makes the game so exhilarating, isn't it?"
"Naturally! There's always a retreat," she said, nodding.
His way of taking her, unexpected and positive, made her forget, at times, the combat intended, in the delight of self-analyzation.
"Your eyes are extraordinary," he said, meeting her glance critically. "They're not eyes; they're blue clouds entangled in your eyelashes."
But even in this there was no personal enthusiasm. He spoke enthusiastically, but as an observer, calculating and foreseeing developments. This compliment infuriated Doré. She was not accustomed to having men meet her full glance with nothing but criticism.
"Thank you!" she said icily. "You compliment like an oculist."
"No oculist would understand the value of such eyes," he answered calmly; "De Joncy was right when he said there was a million in each."
"So you overheard?"