"Beware!" she said maliciously, converting a fork into a weapon of attack. "I am a desperate adventuress who has taken this way to meet Your Highness!"
"If it were only true!" he said, looking questions.
"Why not?" The game amused her, and besides, something perversely incited her to recklessness. Massingale was on the other side of her—Massingale, who, after the impudence of having comprehended her, treated her with only tepid interest. "Where shall I follow you? Paris or Dresden?"
He stared at her with squinting eyes, not quite deceived, not quite convinced. At the end he laughed.
"Pretty good—almost you fool me!"
"You don't believe me?" she said, raising her eyes a moment to his.
"Mademoiselle, your eyes have a million in each of them!" he said, after a moment, but not quite so calmly. "Will you give me your address?"
"Why not?" she said, opening her hands in a gesture of surprise.
"I will come!" he said, yet not entirely the dupe of her game.
"Poor Count!" she said, with a quick change of manner. "You don't know what a dangerous animal we have here. Beware!"