IN A WINTER CITY. 209
" Most women make something to care for;
she has many family ties, if she cared for them^
but she does not. No ; she is beautiful, charm¬
ing, grande dame en tout—but I begin to think
that it is weU for the peace of mankind that
she remains so invulnerable. She would pro¬
bably make any man who loved her very un¬
happy if she married him.'*
" If he were a weak man, not otherwise.*'
"Pouf! Do you think any man would ever
have control over Jicr ? "
" I am quite sm-e that she would never care for
any man who had not."
" He would be a veiy bold person," murmured
the Due. " However, I am very glad that you
think more highly of her. You know, mon cher,
what always was my opinion as to yourself------"
DeUa Eocca coloured, and saw too late that his
companion had forced his card from his hands
in the most adroit manner. He busied himseU
with Ughting a cigar.
" For myself," he said, coldly, " I can hare no
object in what I saj'. My own poverty is barrier
sufficient. But I should be unjust not to admit