"And what then?"
"Oh, we went to the Cafe d'Harcourt—mon ami."
"Did she wear a veil?" I asked.
"Oui, certainement!"
"And did you say, 'Why do you wear a veil,—setting a black cloud before the eyes and gates of heaven'?"
"The very words," said the Frenchman.
"And did she say, 'Yes, but the veil can be raised?'"
"She did, mon pauvre ami," said the poet.
"And did you raise it?"
"I did," said the poet.