That is a grand result of modern education." "Is it ?" and I looked at him with pity.

"Poor human reason! It will reel into madness sometimes for a mere trifle--an overdose of alcohol will sometimes upset it altogether--what a noble omnipotent thing is human reason! But let me not detain you.

Good-bye, and--as the greeting of olden times used to run--God save you!" He bent his head with a light reverence.
"I believe you to be a good, sweet woman," he said, "therefore I am grateful for your blessing.

My mother," and here his eyes grew dreamy and wistful--"poor soul! she died long ago--my mother would never let me retire to rest without signing the cross on my brow.

Ah well, that is past! I should like, mademoiselle," and his voice sank very low, "to send some flowers for--her--you understand ?" I did understand, and readily promised to lay whatever blossoms he selected tenderly above the sacred remains of that earthly beauty he had loved, as he himself said, "more than most men love most women." He thanked me earnestly, and seemed relieved and satisfied.