I knew that great familiarity between mistress and servant was usual among the burgher class.
The smaller girl was certainly attractive, but I did not care for her acquaintance.

Antoinette was the one in whose eyes I hoped to find favor, first for myself and then for Max.

By her help I hoped Max might be brought to meet the Princess of Burgundy when we should reach Peronne.

I had little doubt of Max's success in pleasing Antoinette; I was not at all anxious that he should please the smaller maid.

There was a saucy glance in her dark eyes, and a tremulous little smile constantly playing about her red, bedimpled mouth, that boded trouble to a susceptible masculine heart.