"Arthur is a noble fellow, too.

If we had been in spiritual accord, I'd have loved to go and lead his life with him." Adelaide was in high good humor now--Janet was too preposterous to be taken seriously.

"What do you want me to do for you, Jen ?" said she.
"Why, nothing!" exclaimed Janet, looking a little wonder and much reproach.
Del laughed.

"Now, really, Jen," said she.

"You know you never in the world went to all the trouble of getting my address, and then left royalty at the Bristol for a _maison meublee_, four flights up and no elevator, just to _see_ me!" "I had thought of something I was sure would give you pleasure," said Janet, injured.
"What do you want me to do for you ?" repeated Adelaide, with smiling persistence.
"Mamma and I have an invitation to spend a week at Besancon--you know, it's the splendid old chateau Louis Treize used to love to visit.