Men were different a generation ago.
Honor was dear to them then, honor and position and wealth, and yet there were many, very many then who were willing to give all these things for the love of a woman.
"And do you think there are none now ?" he whispered hoarsely.
"My friend," she answered, looking down at him, "I think that there are very few." She heard his breath come fast between his teeth, and she realized his state of excitement.
"Mademoiselle Louise," he said, "my love for you has made me a laughing-stock in the clubs of Vienna.

I--the poverty-stricken, who have nothing but a noble name, nothing to offer you--have dared to show others what I think, have dared to place you in my heart above all the women on earth." "It is very nice of you," she murmured.

"Why do you tell me this now ?" "Why, indeed ?" he answered.

"What have I to hope for ?" She looked along the deck.

Not a dozen yards away, two cigar ends burned red through the gloom.