Her impartial and uninterested gaze rested on him; after a moment she inclined her head, leisurely and in silence.
He said in French:
"Would Mademoiselle do me the honor of dancing this dance with me?"
She replied in a sweet but indifferent voice:
"Monsieur is too amiable. But he sees that I am caissière of the establishment."
"Yet even the fixed stars of heaven dance sometimes to the music of the spheres."
She smiled slightly:
"When one is merely a fixture de cabaret, one dances only to the music of the Sbires! You must ask Monsieur Wildresse if I may dance with you."
"He suggested that I ask you."
"Very well, if it's a matter of business——"