"But how in St. Picot's name did you arrive at all this knowledge,
Mademoiselle?" Bigot began to see that there was nothing for it but
to comply with every caprice of this incomprehensible girl if he
would carry his point.
"Oh, nothing is easier than for a woman to divine the truth in such
matters, Chevalier," said she. "It is a sixth sense given to our
sex to protect our weakness: no man can make love to two women but
each of them knows instinctively to her finger-tips that he is doing
it."
"Surely woman is a beautiful book written in golden letters, but in
a tongue as hard to understand as hieroglyphics of Egypt." Bigot
was quite puzzled how to proceed with this incomprehensible girl.
"Thanks for the comparison, Chevalier," replied she, with a laugh.
"It would not do for men to scrutinize us too closely, yet one woman
reads another easily as a horn-book of Troyes, which they say is so
easy that the children read it without learning."
To boldly set at defiance a man who had boasted a long career of
success was the way to rouse his pride, and determine him to
overcome her resistance.
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