"All the world knows Louis," she continued. "A smoother-tongued rascal never breathed." "Louis," I murmured, "would be flattered." "Louis knows himself," she continued, "and he knows that others know him. When I saw monsieur with him I was sorry." "You are very kind," I said, "to take so much interest." She looked at me, for the first time, with some spice of coquetry in her eyes.