Be just, madam: you would think me strangely uncivil to recall these days without the decency of a regret.

Be yet a little juster, and own, if only in complaisance, that you yourself regret that past.' 'I have nothing to regret,' said the Princess.

'You surprise me.

I thought you were so happy.' 'Happy and happy, there are so many hundred ways,' said Otto.

'A man may be happy in revolt; he may be happy in sleep; wine, change, and travel make him happy; virtue, they say, will do the like--I have not tried; and they say also that in old, quiet, and habitual marriages there is yet another happiness.