sat smiling with her usual faint smile; it never showed the least inclination to become a laugh. She acquiesced politely in the rose-coloured description of Elsa's feelings and affections. She had perception enough to know that the picture could not be true. Presently I took the liberty of informing her by a glance that I was not a partner in the delusion. She showed no surprise; but the fruit of my act was that she detained me by a gesture, after Cousin Elizabeth had taken her leave. For a few moments she sat silent; then she remarked:
"The Duchess is a very kind woman, very anxious to make everybody happy."
"Yes," said I carelessly.
"But it must be in her own way. She is romantic. She thinks everybody else must be the same. You and I know, Augustin, that things of that kind occupy a very small part of a man's life. My sex deludes itself. And when a man occupies the position you do, it's absurd to suppose that he pays much attention to them."
"No doubt Cousin Elizabeth exaggerates," said I, standing in a respectful attitude before my mother.
"Well, I daresay you remember the time when Victoria was a girl. You recollect her folly? But you and I were firm—you behaved very well then, Augustin—and the result is that she is most suitably and most happily married."
I bowed. I did not think that any agreement of mine could be worthy of the magnificent boldness of Princess Heinrich's statement.
"Girls are silly; they pass through a silly time," she pursued, smiling.
A sudden remembrance shot across me.
