Have you ever heard of a person, by name Pauline Potter ?" The young man starts.
"Ah! I see you have," pursues Philander, dryly.
"I confess it; she was a pretty actress, but my boyish passion for her died out when I discovered her perfidy." "Very true; but she has never forgiven you.

What harm did you do her, boy ?" "The harm was on her side.

When I found what deception she had put upon me I simply denounced her in the presence of several who were at supper with her, a new admirer among them.

Perhaps she hates me for that, but it seems queer that Pauline Potter, whom I knew in Chicago, should bob up in Malta.

Almost like a modern play." "Well, she's here.