"You'll have to give me one of yours."
"I--I haven't one."
"Then we'll have to set about getting one. I'll have to look round for someone who'll be likely to do you justice, though it isn't to be expected that we shall find anyone who'll be able to do quite that."
It was the nearest approach to a compliment he had paid her; probably the first pretty thing which had been said to her by any man. It set her trembling so that, for a moment, she swayed as if she would fall. They were passing through the gate into the Casino grounds. He looked at the case which she still had in her hand.
"Put that in your pocket."
"I haven't one."
She was the personification of all meekness.
"Then where did you have it?"
"Inside my jacket."
"Put it back there. I can't carry it. That's part of the burden you'll have to carry, henceforward, all alone."