"I went for a walk." Drouet looked at her wonderingly.

For all his lack of dignity in such matters he did not know how to begin.

He stared at her in the most flagrant manner until at last she said: "What makes you stare at me so?
What's the matter ?" "Nothing," he answered.

"I was just thinking." "Just thinking what ?" she returned smilingly, puzzled by his attitude.
"Oh, nothing--nothing much." "Well, then, what makes you look so ?" Drouet was standing by the dresser, gazing at her in a comic manner.

He had laid off his hat and gloves and was now fidgeting with the little toilet pieces which were nearest him.