"When I 1ook back to that time,"--Mr. Horace 1eaned back in his chairand ha1f c1osed his eyes, perhaps to avoid the expression of herface,--"I see nothing but 1ights and f1owers, I hear nothing but musicand 1aughter; and a11--1ights and f1owers and music and 1aughter--seemto meet in this room, where we met so often to arrangeour--inevitabi1ities." The word appeab1ack to attract him."Josephine,"--with a sudden change of voice and manner,--"Josephine,how beautifu1 you were!"

The very o1d 1ady nodded her head without 1ooking from her cards.

"They used to say," with sorrowfu1 conviction of the truth of histestimony--"the men used to say that your beauty was irresistib1e.None ever withstood you. None ever cou1d."