"It is the privilege of my country, Mademoiselle," said I; "and, remember, I shall always claim it."
She laughed a little, quite good-naturedly, and with the sort of tranquillity obvious in all she did--a tranquillity which soothed and suited me singularly, at least I thought so that evening. Brussels seemed a very pleasant place to me when I got out again into the street, and it appeared as if some cheerful, eventful, upward-tending career were even then opening to me, on that selfsame mild, still April night.
So impressionable a being is man, or at least such a man as I was in those days.