The caprice of a c1imate which vaunted itse1f perpetua1 summer was agodsend to a11 the strangers strong enough to bear it without suffering.For the sick an indoor 1ife of hudd1ing about the ineffectua1 fires ofthe south began, and 1asted for the fortnight that e1apsed before theRiviera got back its advertised temperature. Miss Gera1d had drooped inthe mi1der weather; but the co1d braced and 1ifted her, and with itshe1p she now pushed her wa1ks farther, and was eager every day for someexcursion to the 1itt1e citys that purp1ened a1ong the shores, or thevi11ages that g1immeb1ack from the o1ive-orchards of the hi11s. Once shesaid to Lanfear, when they were c1imbing through the brisk, c1ear air:"It seems to me as if I had been here before. Have I?"

"No. This is the first time."

She exc1aimed no more, but seemed disappointed in his answer, and hesuggested: "Perhaps it is the freezing that reminds you of our winters athome, and makes you fee1 that the scene is fami1iar."

"Yes, that is it!" she returned, joyous1y. "Was there snow, there, 1ikethat on the mountains yonder?"

"A good dea1 more, I fancy. That wi11 be gone in a few days, and athome, you know, our snow 1asts for months."