' Mtitability has a charm for soine i^ersons,'
said his wife, with an irritation for which slie
despised herself.
' JSTot for me/ said Sabran, quickly. ' My
opinioa of Mdme. Olga is precisely what it
has always been/
' Are you very sincere to her, theri ? ' said
Wanda, and as she spoke, regretted it. What
was Olga Brancka that she should for a mo-
ment bring any shadow.of dissensiou between
them?
- Sincere ! ' he echoed, with a certain embar-
rassment. ' Who would she expect to be so ? I told you once before that you pay her in a coin of which she could not decipher the superscription ! * Wanda smiled, but she was pained by his tone. ^ You are not the first man, I suppose, who amuses himself with what he despises/ she answered. ' But I. do not think it is a very nqble šport, or a very healthy one. Forgive me, dear, if I seem to preach to you.' ' Preach on for ever, my beloved divine. You can never weary me,' said Sabran, and he stooped and kissed; her. She did not return his caress. That day as she drove with the Princess iij. the.Bois, Bela and Gela facing her, she saw c 2
