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And yet I drifted with the tide of things It was my habit so to drift, and the habit of a lifetiht in a day by a resolve, however firm A score of tinored A score of times confession tre from its inception--the environment that had erstwhile warped me, the honesty by which I was now inspired--and so cast ht accept ive reat truth thatout in the avowal of ht not accept it; she ht deem my confession a shrewd part of my scheme, and the dread of that kept me silent day by day

Fully did I see hoith every hour that sped confession beca were done, the greater the likelihood ofbelieved; the later I left it, the more probable was it that I should be discredited Alas! Bardelys, it sees

As for the coldness of Roxalanne, that was a pretty fable of Chatellerault's; or else no inative La Fosse Far, indeed, froance or coldness in her All unversed in the artifices of her sex, all unacquainted with the wiles of coquetry, she was the very incarnation of naturalness and ations--I told her of Court life, to the pictures that I drew of Paris, the Luxe, the Louvre, the Palais Cardinal, and the courtiers that thronged those historic palaces, she listened avidly and enthralled; and much as Othello won the heart of Desdemona by a recital of the perils he had endured, so it see her of the things that I had seen

Once or twice she expressed wonder at the depth and intie of such entlee, in explanation, the appointo, a position that will revealintimacy, yet set no restraint upon it Down in his heart I believe that noble gentleone to extreht dee, as I have said, likely to suffer sequestration in view of his treason--he remembered the causes of this and the deep devotion of the man I impersonated to the affairs of Gaston d'Orleans