The heart is very little, but it is also very large." Bettina tenderly embraced her sister; then, resting her head coaxingly on Susie's shoulder, she said: "If, however, you are tired of keeping me with you, if you are in a hurry to get rid of me, do you know what I will do?
I will put the names of two of these gentlemen in a basket, and draw lots.

There are two who at the last extremity would not be absolutely disagreeable." "Which two ?" "Guess." "Prince Romanelli." "For one! And the other ?" "Monsieur de Montessan." "Those are the two! It is just that.

Those two would be acceptable, but only acceptable, and that is not enough." This is why Bettina awaited with extreme impatience the day when she should leave Paris, and take up their abode in Longueval.

She was a little tired of so much pleasure, so much success, so many offers of marriage.

The whirlpool of Parisian gayety had seized her on her arrival, and would not let her go, not for one hour of halt or rest.