But now that you interest me, it is different.

I want your success.
I want it with all my heart.

It is a little something in my life--I confess it--quelque chose de tres joli--and I will not spoil it.

So let us be good friends, frank and loyal--without any Scudery." She looked at him with eyes that had lost their languor--a sweet woman's eyes, a little moist, very true.

"And now," she said, "will you be so kind as to put a log on the fire." Paul rose and threw a log on the glowing embers, and stood by her side.
He was deeply moved.