accomplished woman in England."

"Is she married?" was the next question.

"Yes; she married Lord Lisle, and rumor, always busy with beautiful
women, says again that she is not too happy. Do you know Lord Lisle?"

"No; I do not remember having ever seen him."

"When you do, you will realize what it is for a man to be all animal. He
eats well, sleeps well, drinks well; he rides out a great deal in the
fresh air; he is tall and portly, never, perhaps, read a book through in
his life, good humored, generous in his way, but obstinate as a--well,
as a woman."

"And is that lovely lady married to such a man?"

"Yes; the lovely lady was very young, and perhaps his fortune tempted
her. She is all fire and poetry, plays with passion as children play
with sharp knives."

"Will you introduce me?" asked Basil Carruthers.

"My dear Basil," replied the wily diplomatist, with an air of assumed
frankness, "I really do not think you would like her. She is fond of
balls, of dancing, of all sorts of amusements that you despise. If I
introduce you to anybody at all, it must be to Minerva in disguise."

"I should not like Minerva," was the abrupt reply.