"Shall we smoke? I have eaten enough."
"With all my heart," I answered.
"In fact he has eaten too much," observed Coralie, by no means in an "aside." "He and I—we both eat too much. He is fat already. I shall be."
"You are talkative to-nighl;, mademoiselle," said Varvilliers, who was offering her a cigarette.
"I believe there is to-night some one worth talking to," she retorted.
"Alas, and not last night?" he cried in affected despair.
I, however, thinking that it would ill become me to eat my brother-in-law's supper and then spoil his sport, bowed to the lady and crossed over to where Wetter was standing. Near him was a group of young men laughing and talking with Madame Briande; he seemed to pay little heed to their chatter. Varvilliers followed me, and William Adolphus sat down by Coralie. But I had not been talking to Wetter more than two minutes when the lady rose, left my brother-in-law, and came to join our group. She took her stand close by me. Half attracted and half repelled by her, young enough still to be shy, I was much embarrassed; the other men were smiling—I must except William Adolphus—and Varvilliers whispered to me:
"Les beaux: yeux de votre couronne, sire."
Coralie overheard his warning; she was not in the least put out.
"Don't disturb yourself," she said to Varvilliers. "The King is not a fool; he doesn't suppose that people forget what he is."
"You've judged him on short acquaintance," said Varvilliers, rather vexed.
