To me indeed you're a vivid image of success." Madame Merle tossed away the music with a smile.

"What's YOUR idea of success ?" "You evidently think it must be a very tame one.

It's to see some dream of one's youth come true." "Ah," Madame Merle exclaimed, "that I've never seen! But my dreams were so great--so preposterous.

Heaven forgive me, I'm dreaming now!" And she turned back to the piano and began grandly to play.

On the morrow she said to Isabel that her definition of success had been very pretty, yet frightfully sad.