'I never received but one from a lady.

That was at Rosny, and from your hand.' 'From my hand ?' she answered, with an air of cold surprise.
'It was so, mademoiselle.' 'You have fallen into some strange mistake, sir,' she replied, rousing herself, and looking at me indifferently 'I never gave you a favour.' I bowed low.

'If you say you did not, mademoiselle, that is enough,' I answered.
'Nay, but do not let me do you an injustice, M.de Marsac,' she rejoined, speaking more quickly and in an altered tone.

'If you can show me the favour I gave you, I shall, of course, be convinced.

Seeing is believing, you know,' she added, with a light nervous laugh, and a gesture of something like shyness.
If I had not sufficiently regretted my carelessness, and loss of the bow at the time, I did so now.