own world, who had a hundred society tricks, and bowed or shook hands
according to the latest mode. This was not Mademoiselle Brun's world, and
she was not interested to hear the latest gossip from that hotbed of
scandal, the Tuileries, nor did the ever-changing face of the political
world command her attention. She therefore rose, and stiffly took her
leave. De Vasselot accompanied them to the hall.

Denise paused in the entrance, and turned to him.

"Seriously," she said, "do you advise me to accept this offer to sell
Perucca?"

"I scarcely feel authorized to give you any advice upon the subject,"
answered Lory, reluctantly. "Though, after all, we are neighbours."

"Then--"

"Then, I should say not, mademoiselle. At all events, do nothing in
haste. And, if I may ask it, will you communicate with me before you
finally decide?"

They had come in an open cab, which was waiting on the shady side of the
street.

"A young man who changes his mind very quickly," commented Mademoiselle
Brun, as they drove away.