“ If it is so amusing,” said Newman, “it will be in even better season after I am married.”
“ In other words,” cried Madame de Bellegarde, “you will not do it at all. You will be afraid of your wife.”
“ Oh, if the thing is intrinsically improper,” said Newman, “I won’t go into it. If it is not, I will do it after my marriage.”
“ You talk like a treatise on logic, and English logic into the bargain!” exclaimed Madame de Bellegarde. “Promise, then, after you are married. After all, I shall enjoy keeping you to it.”
“ Well, then, after I am married,” said Newman serenely.
The little marquise hesitated a moment, looking at him, and he wondered what was coming. “I suppose you know what my life is,” she presently said. “I have no pleasure, I see nothing, I do nothing. I live in Paris a
