12/21 Mathilde, my dear, how does one tell nowadays whether one is being proposed to or not ?" In this poignant and unexpected crisis Mathilde turned slowly and painfully crimson. How _did_ one tell? He and Mathilde did not even glance at each other. "The fact is, I've been arrested." "Again ?" "Yes; most unjustly, most unjustly." His brows contracted, and then relaxed at a happy memory. "It's the long, low build of the car. |