She could not remove her eyes from him, and he at once perceived the impression he was making on her.

Forthwith Samuel Brohl re-entered his box, whose cover closed over him, and it was a true Pole who said to Mlle.

Moriaz, in a grave, melancholy, and respectful tone: "Pardon me, I am not always master of my impressions." "That is right," said she; "and you will remain, won't you ?" "Impossible," he replied; "I should be cross, and you would not be pleased." She urged him; he opposed her entreaties with a polite but firm resistance.
"Adieu," said she.

"When shall I see you again ?" "To-morrow--or the day after--I do not know." "Really, do you not know ?" He perceived that her eyes were full of tears.

Tenderly kissing her hand he said, with a smile that consoled her: "This is the first time we have had any dispute; it is possible that I may be wrong, but it seems to me that if I were a woman I would not willingly marry a man who was always right." These words uttered, he assured himself anew that her eyes were humid, and then he left, charmed to have proved the extent of the empire he held over her.
When she rejoined M.Langis, the young man asked: "Does it chance to be I who put Count Larinski to flight?
If so, I should be quite heart-broken." "Reassure yourself," said she, "he came expressly to inform me that his evening was not free." The dinner was only passably lively.Mlle.Moiseney owed M.Langis a grudge; she could not forgive him for having made fun of her more than once--in her eyes an unpardonable sin.