Yet he had failed himself, and all others had failed in winning her--why should this man succeed, if that was his purpose?
There was present an elderly, dark-featured Frenchwoman, who was always with Victorine, vigilant, protective, loving her as her own daughter.
"Monsieur!" said Andree, a warm colour in her cheek.

Gaston shook her hand cordially, and laughed.

"Mademoiselle--Andree ?" He looked inquiringly.

"Yes, to you," she said.
"You have it all your own way now--isn't it so ?" "With the lions, yes.

Please sit down.