An instant later she was herself again.

Withdrawing her hand, she added, with a short laugh of derision: "Still I did not expect heaven, so why complain." "But you are an angel," he blurted out.
"I don't believe the Count will agree to that," she said, with a reflective twinkle in her dark eyes.

"He has not found me especially angelic.

If you imagine that I cannot scratch back, my dear friend, you are very much mistaken.

I have had the pleasure of giving him more than one bad half hour.