“That is true, monsieur.”
“There are some ladies here, however, who might prefer a half light.”
She contented herself with smiling.
“You have not sung, mademoiselle?”
“I beg pardon, monsieur, I sang one song.”
“Then it must have been before I came. That makes me deeply regret that I came so late.”
“You didn’t lose much, monsieur.”
“I cannot believe you as to that; but if—Ah! it’s your turn.”
The figure interrupted our conversation; it was most annoying, for perhaps we had made a real start.
After the figure I tried to renew the conversation.