"But you, Mr.
St.Vincent, do you think I shall be so successful that I may come to love it?
Do you love it ?--you, who stand always in the background, sparing of speech, inscrutable, as though able but unwilling to speak from out the eternal wisdom of a vast experience." The baron turned quickly to Frona.

"We are old friends, did I not tell you?
So I may, what you Americans call, _josh_ with him.

Is it not so, Mr.St.
Vincent ?" Gregory nodded, and Frona said, "I am sure you met at the ends of the earth somewhere." "Yokohama," St.Vincent cut in shortly; "eleven years ago, in cherry-blossom time.

But Baron Courbertin does me an injustice, which stings, unhappily, because it is not true.

I am afraid, when I get started, that I talk too much about myself." "A martyr to your friends," Frona conciliated.