7/14 But the young secretary of embassy was not of age and again she was forced to depart for Paris--that sink-hole for refugees of all sorts. His family put pressure on the officiale who in turn applied it to the luckless _intriguante_. Wearied of this constant grasping at the unattainable Iza, who had something of a heart, chose for herself, much as her elder had done, with happiness at home as the object; one fine morning, married M.Pierre Clemenceau, a young but rising sculptor. He had on the previous visit of theirs to Paris, materially befriended them. It was only gratitude after all, although he, enamored like an artist of this unrivaled beauty, would have sacrificed fortune to possess her. |