You have only to throw the handkerchief." Her lips parted in a dazzling smile.

The bluest eyes in the world grew softer as they looked into his.

Von Behrling felt his cheeks burn.
"My friend, it is not so easy," she murmured.

"Tell me," she continued, "why it is that you have so little self-confidence.

Is it because you are poor ?" "I am a beggar,"-- bitterly.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Well," she said, glancing down the menu which the waiter had brought, "if you are poor and content to remain so, one must presume that you have compensations." "But I have none!" he declared.