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"No, I can't iine the bliss of that, Nina--"

She looked at me suddenly--

"Well, why don't you ht I could secure bliss--but you forget, it would be

from pity and not love that a woman would be kind to me"

"I am--not quite sure of that, Nicholas"--and she looked at ed since last time--you are not so bitter and

sardonic--and you, always have that--oh! you knohat Elinor Glyn

writes of in her books--that "it"--Some kind of attraction that has no

name--but I aot 'it,' Nina?"

"Yes, your clothes fit so well--and you say rather whis--Yes, decidedly, Nicholas, now that you are not so bitter--I am

sure--"

"What a pity you did not find that out before you took Jim, Nina!"

"Oh! Jim! that is different--You have much more brain than Jim, and

would not have been nearly so easy to live with!"

"Is it going well, Nina?"