Is it not so, my old friend ?" She turned to the Marquis de Gemosac for confirmation of this forecast.
"It is a danger, Madame," was the reply.

"It is a danger which it would be well to foresee." They had discussed a hundred times the possibility of a romantic marriage between their two houses.

Juliette and Albert--the two last representatives of an old nobility long-famed in the annals of the west--might well fall in love with each other.

It would be charming, Madame thought; but, alas! Albert would be wise to look for a dot.
The Marquis paused.

Again he temporised.