Tell me, are they afraid of me, your friends ?" "Is it without reason ?" he asked.

"Would not any one be afraid of you--if, indeed, they believed that you wished to know our secrets?
I wonder if there is a man alive whom you could not turn round your little finger." She laughed at him softly.
"Ah, no!" she said.

"Men are not like that, nowadays.

They talk and they talk, but it is not much they would do for a woman's sake." "You believe that ?" he asked, in a low tone.
"I do, indeed.

One reads love-stories--no, I do not mean romances, but memoirs--memoirs of the French and Austrian Courts--memoirs, even, written by Englishmen.