d’Orvillers was charming, neither too friendly nor annoyed. She gazed at me as at everyone else out of her gentle eyes.⁠ ⁠… But I was never again, when I met her, to receive from her one of those overtures with which she had seemed to be offering herself. There is a special kind of glance, apparently of recognition, which a young man never receives from certain women⁠—nor from certain men⁠—after the day on which they have made his acquaintance and have learned that he is the friend of people with whom they too are intimate.