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"Is Mr Abbott going with us?" she inquired

"Donald is sulking," Nora answered "For once the Barone got ahead of hi the motor-boat"

"I wish you would not call him by his first naood coiven name"

"Heavens, no! If I did he would kiss me These Italians will never

understand western customs, mother I shall never marry an Italian, much

as I love Italy"

"Nor a Frenchman?" asked Celeste

"Nor a Frenchhed the e You will never seewhen the time comes," retorted the ers of one hand Three

of them are old For the rest, I despise men"

"I suppose some day you will marry some poverty-stricken artist," said the

"You would not call Donald poverty-stricken"

"No But you will never marry him"

"No I never shall"

Celeste s

hours spent at the piano "He will ood husband"

"That he will"

"And he is most desperately in love with you"

"That's nonsense!" scoffed Nora "He thinks he is He ought to fall in

love with you, Celeste Every time you play the fourth ballade he looks