"Pray don't believe," he said, appealingly, "that all the human virtues are about to be buried--I should say sown--in that wheatfield.

A few will still survive, and creep about above the Doctor's grave.

Listen to a story just told me, and disbelieve--if you dare--in human gratitude.

Do you see that picturesque young ruffian over there ?" Maruja did not lift her eyes.

She felt herself breathlessly hanging on the speaker's next words.
"Why, that's the young man of the fonda, who picked up your fan," said Carroll, "isn't it ?" "Perhaps," said Maruja, indifferently.