He had an idea that she would like him to confess that he did think her a bad girl.
"Oh, no," he said at last; "it would be very bad manners in me to judge you that way.

I don't know you." "But my father has complained to you," said Mademoiselle Noemie.
"He says you are a coquette." "He shouldn't go about saying such things to gentlemen! But you don't believe it." "No," said Newman gravely, "I don't believe it." She looked at him again, gave a shrug and a smile, and then pointed to a small Italian picture, a Marriage of St.Catherine.

"How should you like that ?" she asked.
"It doesn't please me," said Newman.

"The young lady in the yellow dress is not pretty." "Ah, you are a great connoisseur," murmured Mademoiselle Noemie.
"In pictures?
Oh, no; I know very little about them." "In pretty women, then." "In that I am hardly better." "What do you say to that, then ?" the young girl asked, indicating a superb Italian portrait of a lady.

"I will do it for you on a smaller scale." "On a smaller scale?
Why not as large as the original ?" Mademoiselle Noemie glanced at the glowing splendor of the Venetian masterpiece and gave a little toss of her head.