Love?
Is any man worthy of a woman's love?
What protestations, what vows to-day! And to-morrow, over a cup of wine, the man boasts of a conquest, and casts about for another victim.

It is so." "You wrote a letter to me," he said, remembering.

"It was in quite a different tone." He advanced again.
"Was I so indiscreet ?" jestingly, though the rise and fall of her bosom was more than normal.

"Monsieur, do not think for the briefest moment that I followed you!" "I know not what to think.

But that letter.