"Oh, what a pleasure!" "Going to Europe, Olivetta, is hardly a pleasure," corrected Mrs.De Peyster.

"It is a duty one owes one's social position." "Yes, I know that's true with you, Cousin Caroline.

But with me--what a joy! When you took me over with you that summer, we only did the watering-places.

But now"-- a note of ecstatic desire came into her voice, and she clasped her hands--"but now, to see Paris!--the Louvre!--the Luxembourg! It's the dream of my life!" Mrs.De Peyster again gave her cousin a suspicious look.
"Olivetta, have you been allowing M.Dubois to pay you any more attention ?" "No, no,--of course not," cried Olivetta, and a sudden color tinted the too-early autumn of her cheeks.

"Do you think, after what you said--" "M.