He saw by this that she was beginning to understand, and would plot with him. Why was he luring her on? Why did she let him?
When he slipped his arm about her in the first dance he said, "At last!" And then: "I have waited for this so long."
Suzanne made no reply.
"Look at me, Suzanne," he pleaded.
"I can't," she said.
"Oh, look at me," he urged, "once, please. Look in my eyes."
"No, no," she begged, "I can't."
"Oh, Suzanne," he exclaimed, "I am crazy about you. I am mad. I have lost all reason. Your face is like a flower to me. Your eyes—I can't tell you about your eyes. Look at me!"
"No," she pleaded.
"It seems as though the days will never end in which I do not see you. I wait and wait. Suzanne, do I seem like a silly fool to you?"