Still, you could not like him?
Tell me about him." Maud Barrington curled herself up further.

"I think I could have liked him, but that was all," she said.

"He was nice to look at and did all the little things gracefully; but he had never done anything else, never would, and, I fancy, had never wanted to.

Now a man of that kind would very soon pall on me, and I should have lost my temper trying to waken him to his responsibilities." "And what kind of man would please you ?" Maud Barrington's eyes twinkled, but the fact that she answered at all was a proof of the sympathy between herself and the questioner.

"I do not know that I am anxious any of them should," she said.