"You say it too frankly," he laughed.
"What I say, I say.... Did you find Christine Rivett agreeable at dinner?"
"She's interesting."
"Is that all!" evidently disappointed.
"Well, she's very fetching."
"That is far more serious."
"Indeed, it is. I've qualified as an aspirant for her hand and fortune already."
"I don't doubt it," she returned calmly. "That's one reason her father decided to employ us."
She said it unsmiling, and after he had looked up at her once or twice he said: "Of course you are joking."
"Ob, yes; it's one kind of a jest. Meanwhile here comes a young person in black—doubtless mademoiselle.... I'm not going to dance with you; don't compose your features in that smug fashion. You're a traitor, and I won't."