"Sometimes, you know," she told him, "I shall have to dance for a little while, so that we will have enough
money." . }J
"I have money for both of us, Lina.
"I don't want ever to touch your money," she said with sudden passion, "and yet I suppose that in the end I shall. But I don't want to, and I'll not, while I have enough for
myself." . A ,
"Lina, Lina, I thought we were not going to talk ol
"We never will, again."
Her little villa, on the edge of the forest, seemed to Chevis like an enchanted cottage from the pages o Perrault, a fairy domain of which Lina herself was the princess, and Paul the attendant gnome.
"He's very quiet, and looks so old. Is he always the
same, Lina?" .
"Yes, always. He's not like a child, is he.
"No," Chevis said uncomfortably.
He wished that he could explain his thoughts. Although he pitied Paul intensely, it shocked him to thmk that his exquisite Lina could have given birth to such a changeling.
But he soon forgot Paul, for during those first weeks of sun and spring at Fontainebleau he lived in such ecstasy that he had room neither in his mind nor in his heart for anything but Lina. Her image was with him day and night, waking and sleeping, so that he could not bear to let her out of his sight even for a moment. If he was parted from her for five minutes he sought her again the more eagerly, turning to her ardent pallor as though it were the sun, and he a creature in need of warmth. He was frantically jealous of her past, but determined to bite his tongue out rather than grieve her by telling her ol the rage he feit for the men who had once possessed her. He experienced almost immediately the reckless gener-