The reason was not clear to me.
"Why, in the first place, because you can't fight till your arm's well--oh, yes, of course Armand was going to fight you--and, in the second place, you can and must stay here.

There's no harm in it, while you're ill, you see; Armand can't say there is.

It's rather funny, isn't it, Mr.
Aycon ?" and she munched a morsel of toast, and leaned her elbows on the table and sent a sparkling glance across at me, for all the world as she had done on the first night I knew her.

The cares of the world did not gall the shoulders of Mme.

de Saint-Maclou.
"But why are you here ?" said I, sticking to my point.
The duchess set down the cup of coffee which she had been sipping.
"I am not particular," said she.