Utilizing his powers of ratiocination, my friend realized he was on very shaky ground with the simmering tempest standing before him. Without missing a beat, he answered. "I say, Mlle. Charlotte, that those who believe Madame Bontemps the most beautiful woman in Paris have yet to lay eyes on you." He smiled a smile radiating true affection.
"A proper answer, thank you, C. Auguste." She rose, and grabbed her shawl from the chair it was sprawled over. "However, if you cannot see it fit to assist a man who's life is in danger, I can. If you need me, you will find me at L'Opera!" With that, she was off, leaving a behind her a wake much like a thunderstorm leaves on sunny afternoon...