The French girl who served them was highly amused.
"Isn't that chic ?" Julie demanded of Peter, holding up a lacy camisole and deliberately putting it to her shoulders.

"Wouldn't you love to see me in it ?" "I would," he said, without the ghost of a smile.
"Well, you never will, of course," she said.

"I shall never marry or be given in marriage, and in any case, in that uniform, you've nothing whatever to hope for....

Yes, I'll take that ribbon, thank you, ma'm'selle.

Peter, I suppose you can't carry it for me.