Almost unconsciously his hand toyed with the rose Thelma had given him, that still ornamented his button-hole.
"Mon Dieu!" cried Duprez in amazement.

"But look not at me like that! It seems to displease you, to put you _en fureur_, what I say! It is not my story,--it is not I,--I know not Mademoiselle Gueldmar.

But as her beauty is considered superhuman, they say it is the devil who is her _parfumeur_, her _coiffeur_, and who sees after her complexion; in brief, she is thought to be a witch in full practice, dangerous to life and limb." Errington laughed loudly, he was so much relieved.
"Is that all ?" he said with light contempt.

"By Jove! what a pack of fools there must be about here,--ugly fools too, if they think beauty is a sign of witchcraft.

I wonder Dyceworthy isn't scared out of his skin if he positively thinks the so-called witch is setting her cap at him." "Ah, but he means to convairt her," said Macfarlane seriously.