86 IN A WINTER CITY,
when we put up our first gas-lamp. The two I
regret most of them aU are Faunus and Picus ;
nowadays we make Faunus into a raUway con¬
tractor, and shoot Picus for the market-
" You are very romantic," said the Due, with
serene contempt. " It is an unfortunate quality;
and I confess," he added, with a sigh, as if
confessing a blemish in a favourite horse,
" that, perhaps, she is a Uttle deficient in
the other extreme, a Uttle too cold, a Uttle
too unimpressionable; there is absolutely no
shadow of cause to suppose she ever felt the
sUghtest emotion for anyone. That gives, per¬
haps, a certain hardness. It is not natural.
' Une petite faiblesse donne tant de charme,' "
"In a wife, one might dispense with the
'petite faiblesse ' for anyone else," said Della
Eocca, with a smUe ; the blemish did not seem
much of a fault in his eyes.
" That is a romantic notion," said the Due,
with a Uttle touch of disdain. " In real truth a
woman is easier to manage who has had—a past.
She knows what to expect. It is flattering to be