When she was gone, my professor demanded of me why I suffered “ cette fille effrontée, cette créature sans pudeur ,” 188 to address me in such terms.

I had no pacifying answer to give. The terms were precisely such as Rosine⁠—a young lady in whose skull the organs of reverence and reserve were not largely developed⁠—was in the constant habit of using. Besides, what she said about the young doctor was true enough. Graham was handsome; he had fine eyes and a thrilling glance. An observation to that effect actually formed itself into sound on my lips.

“ Elle ne dit que la vérité ,” 189 I said.