'Mademoiselle,' I have said, 'I am rejoiced that I have been the means
of restoring to you your bird.'
She has thanked me with her eyes, and then with words also. I am
bewitched. She is divine. I care not that my feet are cold. I could
wish to stand there talking all night.
She has given a cry of dismay.
'Your 'and! It is wounded!'