"An Entragues?"
"Which Entragues?"
"Oh! some stray stem of an Entragues! The name is quite common in the South."
"Yet he carries himself well."
"The countess will tell us about him." As soon as he was freed from the ceremonial of introduction, Entragues sought the eyes of some friend with whom he could be at ease. He found Sixtine's eyes: a gesture beckoned him.
He obeyed without astonishment, for he had seen a chair near her, guarded by a fan.
"I noticed you. How criminal I consider myself towards your friendliness and insistence.... Do you want me to number your visiting cards? Why did you not write to me?"
"But I wanted to see you."
"Yes, but writing has a witchery unknown to printed forms. Instead of seeking me, you should have called me. And you have sought so badly!"
"No, since I find you at last."