So much the better for us: but we must think of her.

After four o'clock every afternoon, the young Frenchman she's engaged to is in the habit of going to her house, and stopping until it's time for her to go to work.

He dines with her, but doesn't drive with her to the theatre, as that would be rather too public for the present, until their engagement's announced.

He adores her, but is inconveniently jealous, like most Latins.

It's practically certain that he's heard your name mentioned in connection with hers, when she was in London, and as a Frenchman invariably fails to understand that a man can admire a beautiful woman without being in love with her, your call at her house might give Mademoiselle Maxine a _mauvais quart d'heure_." "I see.