talented teacher's instructions.

To Césarine, the strains awakened dormant meditations; aspirations
frozen in her placid home, began to melt; a curtain was gradually drawn
aside to reveal a world where woman reigned over all. What she had heard
from her grandmother of the magic splendor which Wanda had missed and
Iza enjoyed, flashed up before her, and her heart warmed delightedly in
the voluptuous intoxication of unspeakable bliss. On the wings of this
melody, which, in truth, merely sought to picture the celestial dwelling
of the elect, she was carried into one of those bijou palaces of the
best part of the Queen City of the Universe, where the bedizened Imperia
at the plate-glass window reviews an army of faultlessly-clad gentlemen
filing before her, and sweetly calls out:

"This, gentlemen, is the spot where you can be amused!"

Yes, Césarine was intended to entertain men! She longed to be the
central figure in the scene, however brief, of that apotheosis where
Cupid is proclaimed superior to all the high interests of human
conscience; this glittering stage sufficed for her, although it would
have limited Felix's ideal of man's function.

In a struggle between duty and passion, she expected passion to
overcome, and she concurred beforehand with this troubadour who
protested that the gentler sex really held the under one in its
dependence.

Radiant with pleasure and farther delighted to recognize a well-known
face on the minstrel's shoulders, she hastened at the conclusion to give
him her compliments. It was the young nobleman who had aided her flight