Besides, here was the Countess de Saldar-worth five hundred of the Conley girls--almost at his feet! Mollified, he said: 'Now, didn't you begin it ?' 'Evasion!' was the answer.

'It would be such pleasure to you so see a proud woman weep! And if yesterday, persecuted as I am, with dreadful falsehoods abroad respecting me and mine, if yesterday I did seem cold to your great merits, is it generous of you to take this revenge ?' Harry began to scent the double meaning in her words.

She gave him no time to grow cool over it.

She leaned, half abandoned, on his arm.

Arts feminine and irresistible encompassed him.