As to Muffat, he followed her movements with eyes still wet with tears.

He was stupefied by this sudden transition from anguish to comedy.

She walked about for a moment or two in order the more thoroughly to show off her paces, and as she walked she smiled subtlely, closed her eyes demurely and managed her skirts with great dexterity.
Then she posted herself in front of him again.
"I guess I've hit it, eh ?" "Oh, thoroughly," he stammered with a broken voice and a troubled expression.
"I tell you I've got hold of the honest woman! I've tried at my own place.

Nobody's got my little knack of looking like a duchess who don't care a damn for the men.

Did you notice it when I passed in front of you?
Why, the thing's in my blood! Besides, I want to play the part of an honest woman.