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He declined the offer , however . `` A thousand thanks , madame ; a little milk , with bread and butter , will be best for me . '' At that moment a door was smartly opened and Gilberte entered the room with outstretched hand . Delaherche must have told her who was there , for her ordinary hour of rising was ten o'clock . She was tall , lithe of form and well-proportioned , with an abundance of handsome black hair , a pair of handsome black eyes , and a very rosy , wholesome complexion withal ; she had a laughing , rather free and easy way with her , and it did not seem possible she could ever look angry . Her peignoir of beige , embroidered with red silk , was evidently of Parisian manufacture . `` Ah , Captain , '' she rapidly said , shaking hands with the young man , `` how nice of you to stop and see us , away up in this out-of-the-world place ! ''