We 'll talk them over.

But first, forgive me if I have offended you!" She looked at him a moment, hesitating, and then thrust her hands into her muff.

"That means nothing.

Forgiveness is between equals, and you don't regard me as your equal." "Really, I don't understand!" Christina rose and moved for a moment about the room.

Then turning suddenly, "You don't believe in me!" she cried; "not a grain! I don't know what I would not give to force you to believe in me!" Rowland sprang up, protesting, but before he had time to go far one of the scanty portieres was raised, and Madame Grandoni came in, pulling her wig straight.