He did not expatiate on this topic.
"The valley of Saint Moritz is a dreary country," she next said.
"Rather say, madame, that it is a dreary country possessing a great charm for those who love it." "It appears that Mlle.

Moriaz is almost wearied to death there.

I should think she would die of ennui." "Do you think her capable of yielding to ennui in any place ?" "Certainly, do not doubt it; but she has recourse to her imagination to dispel the tedium.

She has a marvellous talent for procuring herself diversion and for varying her pleasures.

Hers is an imagination having many relays: no sooner is one horse exhausted than there is another to take its place." "That is a precious gift," he replied, briefly.