He should do her will, and be her subject,--so she thought, smiling at herself as she looked in the looking-glass, and then curled herself peacefully and languidly down in the corner of the sofa, and drew forth the French novel that was her usual Sunday companion.
Lillie liked French novels.

There was an atmosphere of things in them that suited her.

The young married women had lovers and admirers; and there was the constant stimulus of being courted and adored, under the safe protection of a good-natured "_mari_." In France, the flirting is all done after marriage, and the young girl looks forward to it as her introduction to a career of conquest.

In America, so great is our democratic liberality, that we think of uniting the two systems.

We are getting on in that way fast.