"That poor girl! Did she ever feel she had been won in the real game, I wonder?
To whom would belong herself--if she felt that she had something in her own life to forget, some great thing to be done, in penance perhaps, in eagerness perhaps, some step to take, up--something to put her into a higher plane in the scheme of life?
To do something, for some one else--not just to be selfish--suppose that was in her heart; after that game ?" "Why, you read her story as though you saw it! That was her life, absolutely.

Never lived a woman more respected there, more loved.
She disarmed even the women, old and young--yes, even the single ones!" "It is an odd world," she said slowly.

"But"-- drawing back--"I do not think I will go back to Europe.

It would delight me to meet again my friend, the patriot Kossuth.

But here I have many ideas which I must work out." "My dear Countess, you oppress me with a sense of failure! I had so much hoped that you would lend your aid in this mission of my own abroad.