"And there is always a pang when, as one is so wondering, the responsecomes,--that is, the certainty in one's heart responds,--'She ismiserable, and life goes ill with her.' Then, if ever, men envy thepower of God."

Madame threw over the game she was in, and began a recent one.

"Such women should not be unhappy; they are too fragile, toosensitive, too trusting. I could never comprehend the inflictionof misery upon them. I could send death to them, but not--notmisfortune."