"I'll do whatever you like, but not that, dear love! Oh, I beg you not to insist on that!" Thereupon she wasted no more time in discussion but took his head between her small hands, pushed it back a little, bent down and glued her mouth to his in a long, long kiss.

He shivered violently; he trembled beneath her touch; his eyes were closed, and he was beside himself.

She lifted him to his feet.
"Go," said she simply.
He walked off, making toward the door.

But as he passed out she took him in her arms again, became meek and coaxing, lifted her face to his and rubbed her cheek against his waistcoat, much as a cat might have done.
"Where's the fine house ?" she whispered in laughing embarrassment, like a little girl who returns to the pleasant things she has previously refused.
"In the Avenue de Villiers." "And there are carriages there ?" "Yes." "Lace?
Diamonds ?" "Yes." "Oh, how good you are, my old pet! You know it was all jealousy just now! And this time I solemnly promise you it won't be like the first, for now you understand what's due to a woman.

You give all, don't you?
Well then, I don't want anybody but you! Why, look here, there's some more for you! There and there AND there!" When she had pushed him from the room after firing his blood with a rain of kisses on hands and on face, she panted awhile.