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Morgana laughed

"You quaint, handso! What do you know about it? What, in your opinion, IS ht coloured kerchief she wore knotted across her boso you are rich"--she said, at last--"There is nothat Your lovely clothes--you must spend a fortune on them! Then--all the people here wonder at your automobile--and your chauffeur says it is the most perfect one ever ht to have everything just as you fancy it I suppose you ought--I',--you couldn't, you know! It is not as if you wanted so it,--your money would buy all you could desire It would even buy you aout a second cup of coffee, and her face dimpled with amusement

"Buy me a man!" she echoed--"You think it would?"

"Of course it would!" Manella averred--"If you wanted one, which I daresay you don't For all I know, youin the consuht to have a woana buttered her little breakfast roll very delicately

"The man who lives in the consumption hut on the hill!" she repeated, slowly, and with a smile--"What e dark eyes filled with a strangely wistful perplexity "He is a stranger--and he's not ill at all He is big and strong and healthy But he has chosen to live in the 'house of the dying,' as it is soo when there's no more hope for them He likes to be quite alone--he thinks and writes all day I take him milk and bread,--it is all he orders from the Plaza I would be his woht But he will not have ht in them that often bewildered and rather scared her friends

"You would be his wo in her look checked Manella's natural impulse to confide in one of her own sex

"No, I am not!"--she answered coldly--"I have said too much"