The little man nodded with the air of complete understanding.
“They have a good sale always, so I am told. Now why is that, eh, Mademoiselle? I ask of you as a student of human nature—why should that be?”
Katherine felt more and more amused.
“Perhaps they give one the illusion of living an exciting life,” she suggested.
He nodded gravely.
“Yes; there is something in that.”
“Of course, one knows that such things don’t really happen,” Katherine was continuing, but he interrupted her sharply.
“Sometimes, Mademoiselle! Sometimes! I who speak to you—they have happened to me .”
She threw him a quick, interested glance.
“Some day, who knows, you might be in the thick of things,” he went on. “It is all chance.”
“I don’t think it is likely,” said Katherine. “Nothing of that kind ever happens to me.”
He leaned forward.
“Would you like it to?”
The question startled her, and she drew in her breath sharply.
“It is my fancy, perhaps,” said the little man, as he dexterously polished one of the forks, “but I think that you have a yearning in you for