"I'll believe it," he presently added, "when Amerigo complains of you." "Ah, it's just he who's my selfishness.

I'm selfish, so to speak, FOR him.

I mean," she continued, "that he's my motive--in everything." Well, her father could, from experience, fancy what she meant.

"But hasn't a girl a right to be selfish about her husband ?" "What I DON'T mean," she observed without answering, "is that I'm jealous of him.

But that's his merit--it's not mine." Her father again seemed amused at her.