Spoken love cannot compare with acts of love; and every young girl of twenty has the wisdom of fifty in applying the axiom.

In it lies the great secret of attraction.

Instead of looking Modeste in the face, as Canalis who paid her public homage would have done, the neglected lover followed her with a furtive look between his eyelids, humble after the manner of Butscha, and almost timid.

The young heiress observed it, as she took her place by Canalis, to whose game she proceeded to pay attention.

During a conversation which ensued, La Briere heard Modeste say to her father that she should ride out for the first time on the following Wednesday; and she also reminded him that she had no whip in keeping with her new equipments.