"Yes, it certainly will be pleasanter," he repeated.
"That is all I expect of them," said the Baroness.

"I don't count upon their being clever or friendly--at first--or elegant or interesting.

But I assure you I insist upon their being rich." Felix leaned his head upon the back of the sofa and looked awhile at the oblong patch of sky to which the window served as frame.

The snow was ceasing; it seemed to him that the sky had begun to brighten.

"I count upon their being rich," he said at last, "and powerful, and clever, and friendly, and elegant, and interesting, and generally delightful! Tu vas voir." And he bent forward and kissed his sister.