"Madam Dormandy, you are fond of sweets.

Permit me to solicit your acceptance of these caramels.

They are freshly made, and are really excellent." But Madam Dormandy turned her back disdainfully on the peace-offering and looked anxiously out of the window.

"Where can Mr.Zimandy be all this time ?" she murmured, impatiently.
"How long will you continue to dog my steps ?" asked the princess, addressing the intruder in a voice that trembled with passion.
"Only to the grave," was the smiling reply; "there we shall separate--you to enter the gates of paradise, where I despair of gaining admission." "But what reason have you for wishing my ruin ?" "Because you yourself will have it so.

Have I ever made any secret of my designs or of my motives ?" "Are you determined to make me leave this compartment ?" "You would gain nothing by so doing," was Vajdar's cool retort.