You come arrayed in purple and gold." "But it's borrowed plumage, Miss Julie." "And so is mine." "It can't be.

I'm sure it was made for you." "The real owner wouldn't say so." "You will forgive me if I tell you something, won't you ?" "It depends upon what it is." The red in her checks deepened a little.

The gray eyes of John were speaking in very plain language to Julie.
"I must say it, stern necessity compels, if I don't I'll be very unhappy." "I wouldn't have you miserable." "I want to tell you, Julie, that you are overwhelmingly beautiful tonight." "I've always heard that Americans were very bold, it's true." "But remember the provocation, Julie." "Ah, sir, I have no protection and you take advantage of it." "There's Suzanne." "But she's in the kitchen." "Where I hope she'll stay until she's wanted." She was silent and the red in her cheeks deepened again.

But the blue eyes and the gray yet talked together.
"I worship you, your beauty and your great soul, but your great soul most of all," said the gray.
"Any woman would be proud to have a lover who has followed her through so many and such great dangers, and who has rescued her at last.

She could not keep from loving him," said the blue.
Suzanne appeared that moment in the doorway and stood there unnoticed.
She looked at them grimly and then came the rare smile that gave her face that wonderful softness.
"Come, Mademoiselle Julie and Mr.John," she said.