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In the narrow passage Andre-Louis came
face to face with Climene, her fine feathers cast, and restored by
now to her normal appearance.
"And how do you like it?" she asked him, pertly.
He looked her in the eyes. "It has its compensations," quoth he,
in that curious cold tone of his that left one wondering whether he
meant or not what he seemed to mean.
She knit her brows. "You... you feel the need of compensations
already?"
"Faith, I felt it from the beginning," said he. "It was the
perception of them allured me."
They were quite alone, the others having gone on into the room set
apart for them, where food was spread. Andre-Louis, who was as
unlearned in Woman as he was learned in Man, was not to know, upon
feeling himself suddenly extraordinarily aware of her femininity,
that it was she who in some subtle, imperceptible manner so rendered
him.
"What," she asked him, with demurest innocence, "are these
compensations?"
He caught himself upon the brink of the abyss.
"Fifteen livres a month," said he, abruptly.


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