seemed, rather of unhappiness than of indolence. I tell you I was not susceptible; I don't think boys generally are. In love, more than in any other extravagance, 'there is no fool like an old one.'
"I was as little given to romance as a ladies' doctor; and yet, sitting in that box watching the turn of her beautiful head as she looked towards the stage, I said to myself, 'I'll take good care she never gets the upper hand of me. If a man once allowed himself to like her at all, she is just the sort of woman who would blight his whole life for him, and hunt the poor devil down to his grave!' Somebody else seemed to have no such misgivings, or to have arrived at a stage of infatuation when all personal considerations had gone by the board. If ever I saw a calf led to the slaughter it was Count V, a calf, too, whose throat few women could have cut without compunc-
