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What an irony everything is--! When I was yearning for tenderness and

love--, even Suzette's, I was unable to touch her, and now because I am

quite indifferent, both she and Nina, in their separate ways, have begun

to findin it really, it is only as

to whether or no you arouse the hunting instinct!

Suzette wore an air of deep pathos during our repast-- She had put sohten the effect of the red of the real tears,

and she appeared very pretty and gentle--It had not the slightest effect

uponon like a third person The mole with

its three black hairs seemed to be the only salient point about her

Poor little Suzette!--How glad I felt that I had never even pretended a

scrap of love for her!

That astonishing sense of the fitness of things which sowore on-- Finding the

situation hopeless, Suzette accepted it, curbed the real eame--She tried to amuse me--and then we

discussed plans for her future A villa at Monte Carlo she decided at

last--A bijou of a place! which she knew of-- And e parted at

about eleven o'clock everything was arranged satisfactorily Then she

said good-bye to o back to Paris by the last train--