She bowed in silence; she was very exclusive, she was not wholly satisfied with herself for having conversed thus with a Chasseur d'Afrique in a Moor's bazaar.

Still, she vaguely felt pity for this man; she equally vaguely desired to serve him.
"Wait, M.Victor!" she said, as he closed the door of her carriage.

"I accepted your chessmen last night, but you are very certain that it is impossible I can retain them on such terms." A shadow darkened his face.
"Let your dogs break them then, madame.

They shall not come back to me." "You mistake--I did not mean that I would send them back.

I simply desire to offer you some equivalent for them.