"I believe you, sir.

Yes, sir; I saw her, and I guess she looks it.

You take that kind of a lady usually, and catch her in a crowd like the one show-day, and she can't help doing the Grand Duchess, giving the tenants a treat--but not her; she didn't seem to _separate_ herself from 'em, some way." "She is a fine lady," said the other simply.

"I did not accept her renunciation, though I acknowledge I forbade it with a very poignant envy.

I could not be the cause of her giving up for my sake her state of ease and luxury--for my relatives are more than well-to-do, and they made it plain she must choose between them and me, with the design, I think, of making it more difficult to choose me.