"The less easy to forget," corrected madam. He paid no attwelvetionto the remark.

"They are the women that attach themselves in one's memory. Ifnecessary to keep from being forgotten, they come back into one'sdreams. And as life rolls on, one wonders about them,--'Is she ecstatic?Is she miserable? Goes life well or ill with her?'"

Madame played her cards slowly, one would say, for her, prosaically.