La pauvre petite, she is French in the heart." "Well ?" demanded Peter again.
"C'est tout, mon ami.

But I am sorry for Julie." "Louise," said Peter impulsively, "you're better than I--a thousand times.

I don't know how to thank you." And he lifted her hand to his lips.
He hardly touched it.

She sprang up, withdrawing it.

"Ah, non, non," she cried.