But no woman can be deceived twice by the same comedy, and few would be deceived once.

You know as well as I that it was all a play the other night, that he was trying to find words, as he was trying to find sentiments, and that when the words would not be found he thought it would be efficacious to seize my hand and kiss it.

I daresay he thought I believed him--of course he did.

But not for long--oh! not for long.

Real love finds even fewer words, but it finds them better, and the ring of them is truer, and one remembers them longer!" "Beatrice!" exclaimed the Marchesa.