"Weren't you?" she said, fixing her unflinching eyes upon him.
"I knew I was not quite such a fool as your husband certainly thought me."
"Jacques is a mere baby outside of his art."
"Si?"
"That is why I have to think for him very often. Which of the libretti has Mr. Heath bought?"
"It is not one of those I had the honor of showing to Monsieur Sennier."
"Really? You have written another specially for Mr. Heath?"
"I wrote another to please myself. His wife saw it and took it to him. He was so foolish as to think it good enough to buy."
"Let us hope his music will be good enough to produce on the stage."
Gillier looked very sharply at her, and began to tug at his moustache; but he said nothing. After a moment Madame Sennier said, with a change of tone and manner that seemed to indicate an intention to be more friendly: