Once he reproached her.
“Why don’t you let me come to see you?”
“You can—at any time you wish.”
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] “Not at the theater. When I worship you, I like it to be from the other side of the footlights.”
“Oh! Then what is it you wish to do on this side?”
“Adore you! And you haven’t even told me what street you live in.”
“Then it should be quite ea-sy. One adores that which one knows least a-bout.”
“In other words a man loves what he doesn’t understand and likes what he does?”
“That is ex-actly what I wish to say. Is it not strange?—when a man wish’ to make a woman love him, he say:—‘Mon adorée, you are such a my-stery to me.’ And when a woman wish’ to make a man love her, she tell him:—‘Mon amour, I understan’ you per-fec’ly.’”
He gave a ringing laugh, then leaned across the table.