But what matters it?
you have conquered your love now." "Ay," I said, with a laugh, "I have conquered it, and I am now about to find some other empress of the heart.

What think you of the Lady Hasselton ?--a fair dame and a sprightly.

I want nothing but her love to be the most enviable of men, and a French _valet-de-chambre_ to be the most irresistible." "The former is easier to obtain than the latter, I fear," returned Aubrey; "all places produce light dames, but the war makes a scarcity of French valets." "True," said I, "but I never thought of instituting a comparison between their relative value.

The Lady Hasselton, no disparagement to her merits, is but one woman; but a French valet who knows his _metier_ arms one for conquest over a thousand;" and I turned to the saloon.
Fate, which had destined to me the valuable affections of the Lady Hasselton, granted me also, at a yet earlier period, the greater boon of a French valet.

About two or three weeks after this sapient communication with Aubrey, the most charming person in the world presented himself a candidate _pour le supreme bonheur de soigner Monsieur le Comte_.