pan said, une chose tout purement géographique. It varies with the hemisphere like the human skin and the human hair; what is vile in one latitude is harmless in another. No philosophic person can put any trust in a thing which merely depends upon climate; but, Good Taste———"
The cab stopped at the club, and the Duc in his disquisition.
"Va faire la cour," he said, paternally, to his companion as they went through the doors of their Cercle. "I can assure you, mon cher, that the taste of Miladi is perfect."
"In dress, perhaps," assented Della Rocca.
"In everything. Va faire la cour."
Paolo, Duca della Rocca, was a very handsome man, of the finest and the most delicate type of beauty; he was very tall, and he carried himself with stateliness and grace; his face was grave, pensive, and poetic; in the largest assembly people who were strangers to him always looked at him, and asked, "Who is that?"
He was the head of a family, very ancient and distinguished, but very impoverished; in wars and
