"Of course! It is only a woman who can always win her own way--am I not right, conte ?" And she glanced up at me with an arch expression of mingled mirth and malice.

What a love of mischief she had! She saw that Guido was piqued, and she took intense delight in teasing him still further.
"I cannot tell, madame," I answered her.

"I know so little of your charming sex that I need to be instructed.

But I instinctively feel that YOU must be right, whatever you say.

Your eyes would convert an infidel!" Again she looked at me with one of those wonderfully brilliant, seductive, arrowy glances--then she rose to take her leave.
"An angel's visit truly," I said, lightly, "sweet, but brief!" "We shall meet to-morrow," she replied, smiling.