Marie Fontanas

"... looked up at Duhamel. And be smiled, with the sudden boyish smile of his. "Yon see," lie growled, "it is a beautiful evening. I can smell it." "Spring," said Marie Louise Fontanas. "Of course," said Marie Louise Fon tanas, "it would be very pleasant to dine with you to-night But not at Larue nor at Atmeuonville, nor yet at Foyot, the Madrid, ..."

"... contain himself. "My daughter, Duliamel, you beardless rogue! Some daughter, eh? And you've lost your betl" "Yes," growled Duliamel; and still he did not move; but the lips of "Marie Louise Fontanas" moved, just a little, ever so little. They shaped a word. "Yes," said Duliamel. "I have lost my bet, Vandennark, but I have won your daughter." The word the lips ..."

"... not do my work and earn my living without my employers mak ing love to me. I do not like that, please, Monsieur Duhamel. I am untouchable, you understand?I, Marie Louise Fontanas. And so I have come to you, because you are spoken of as one who is not forever falling in love or committing such-like idiocies of the idle and mediocre. ..."

"... bet!" Entered Duhamel, borne magnificently across the parquet floor on the amazed silence of his host. There he stopped, .for there, by the side of thick little Vandermark, stood Marie Louise Fontanas! No, it was not Marie Louise Fontanas, it was a young lady of fashion in a dress of silver tissue, which was a marvel to behold; a gardenia was alight on the wing of her sleek black ..."