"The cowardly brute!" He snapped his fingers.

"Canaille, canaille! He counts for nothing.

But I've got them!" he cried exultingly, holding out clenched fists.

"By God, darling, I've got them! They'll listen to me now!" She looked at him and the sudden tears came.

"Thank God," she said, "I can hear you talk like that at last." He escorted her down the stone stairs and through the lobby to her car, and they were objects of many admiring eyes.