" If you have not changed to me, why don't you look at me?" He looked at her.

He saw all the beauty of her face and full dress, always so becoming to her.

But now her beauty and elegance were just what irritated him.

"My feeling cannot change, you know, but I beg you, I entreat you," he said again in French, with a note of tender supplication in his voice, but with coldness in his eyes.