Perceval Gibbon,
The Second Class Passenger: Fifteen Stories
“ It was Vaucher who rushed forward, as Truda came from the stage, to kiss her hand extravagantly."Ah! Madame!" he cried, looking up to her with his shrewd face working; "it is not for me to guide you. Do as you will by day, but be a genius at night. At this rate you could unman an army."Truda smiled and withdrew her hand. ”
