And you will never be satisfied until he does."' "Are you _very_ wise concerning love, Jose ?" she asked, laughing.
[Illustration: "'Don't do it, Valerie!'"] "Perhaps.

You will desire to be, too, some day.

A good school, an accomplished scholar." "And the schoolmaster?
Oh! Jose!" They both were laughing now--he with apparent pleasure in her coquetry and animation, she still a little confused and instinctively on her guard.
Rita came strolling over, a tiny cigarette balanced between her slender fingers: "Stop flirting, Jose," she said; "it's too near dinner time.

Valerie, child, I'm dining with the unspeakable John again.

It's a horrid habit.
Can't you prescribe for me?
Jose, what are you doing this evening ?" "Penance," he said; "I'm dining with my family." "Penance," she repeated with a singular look--"well--that's one way of regarding the pleasure of having any family to dine with--isn't it, Valerie ?" "Jose didn't mean it that way." Rita blew a ring from her cigarette's glimmering end.
"Will you be at home this evening, Valerie ?" "Y-yes ...