"
"I want to tell you, Julie, that you are overwhelmingly beautiful
tonight."
"I've always heard that Americans were very bold, it's true."
"But remember the provocation, Julie."
"Ah, sir, I have no protection and you take advantage of it."
"There's Suzanne."
"But she's in the kitchen."
"Where I hope she'll stay until she's wanted."
She was silent and the red in her cheeks deepened again. But the blue
eyes and the gray yet talked together.
"I worship you, your beauty and your great soul, but your great soul
most of all," said the gray.
"Any woman would be proud to have a lover who has followed her through
so many and such great dangers, and who has rescued her at last. She
could not keep from loving him," said the blue.
Suzanne appeared that moment in the doorway and stood there unnoticed.
She looked at them grimly and then came the rare smile that gave her
face that wonderful softness.
"Come, Mademoiselle Julie and Mr. John," she said. "Dinner is ready and
I tell you now that I've never prepared a better one. This prince has a
taste in food and wine that I did not think to find in any German."
"And all that was his is ours now," said John. "Fortune of war."
Suzanne's promise was true to the last detail. The dinner was superb and
they had an Austrian white wine that never finds its way into the
channels of commerce.
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