"You know I should have been heart-broken," she said, with the utmost simplicity.
"But really ?" he said.
"But really," she repeated, breaking into a smile.

"Now do promise me that you will never fight that horrid man again." He spread out his hands.

"How can I promise you such a thing! It is not the fashion in France to suffer insults in silence." "Did he insult you, then ?" Again he stiffened.

"He insulted me--yes.

And I, I struck him.