Each word, however indifferent it might be, rang in her ears sweet and melodious; each contact with his hand seemed to her like a tender pressure.
Gerfaut experienced a feeling of melancholy as he noticed how this fresh, innocent rose brightened up at each word he uttered, and he thought: "She would love me as I want to be loved, with all her heart, mind, and soul.

She would kneel before my love as before an altar, while this coquette--" He glanced in the direction where Madame de Bergenheim was dancing with Marillac, and met her gaze fixed full upon him.

The glance which he received was rapid, displeased, and imperious.

It signified clearly: "I forbid you to speak thus to your partner." Octave, at that moment; was not disposed to obedience.

After glancing over the quadrille, as if it were by mere chance that his eyes had met Clemence's, he turned toward Aline and redoubled his amiability: A moment later, he received, not directly, but through the medium of the mirror--that so often indiscreet confidant--a second glance more sombre and threatening than before.
"Very good," said he, to himself, as he led the young girl to her seat; "we are jealous.