Now tell me, isn't he a little jealous ?" "A little jealous! Why, he is eaten up with it; he is _petrie de jalousie_." "Then," said Walter, timidly, and hesitating at every word, "you can't be angry if I work on him a little.

Would there be any great harm if I were to say that nobody can see you without admiring you; that I have always respected his rights, but that if he abandons them--" Julia caught it in a moment.

She blushed, and laughed heartily.

"Oh, you good, sly Thing!" said she; "and it is the truth, for I am as proud as he is vain; and if he leaves me I will turn round that moment and make you in love with me." Walter looked queer.

This was a turn he had not counted on.
"Do you think I couldn't, sir ?" said she, sharply.
"It is not for me to limit the power of beauty," said Walter, meekly.
"Say the power of flattery.