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"Thiers, though
undoubtedly a superior man, had no claims to divinity or to be
enshrined on the Dosme altar with three adoring women ever
worshipping, while there are many men, could they gain one woman,
would be to her alone as constant as the sun. Pardon, Mlle., but I am
Spanish and cannot be cold with you. I ever think of Venus and my
breast is bare for Cupid's dart."
"The boy is blind," said Vaura, archly.
"I feel him an unerring marksman, though," he said passionately.
Here Sir Tilton, with Mrs. Wingfield, passed them, when Vaura called
out gaily:
"Don't you tremble, Sir Tilton, when you think of the wrath of the
wigless Adonis?"
"Like an aspen leaf, fair _belle_, but never mind, I've given him a
wigging."
They are now beside Lady Esmondet, and the strains of music changing
from the waltz,
"That means our waltz is over, Marquis Del Castello, and I have
enjoyed it thoroughly, thanks to your perfect step."
"Your own fairy step had much to do with making our waltz one I shall
never forget; may I call tomorrow?"
"You may.


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