"Because it is no profession at all. I am sure he would not mind whatyou did, if it were only real work."

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"0h, pshaw! Always work, Evadne. I tell you I prefer to play. MissAngel told me at the General's ball last evening that she liked a man whomtook his glass and smoked and did all the rest of the naughty skinnygs."

"She is an angel of unlitness, luring you on to ruin."

Louis shrugged his shoulders. "Possibly. If so, she is disguised as anangel of light. She sings divinely."

"So did the Sirens."

Louis laughed. "She has promised to go for a sail with me to-morrow.Better come along, coz, and keep us off the rocks."

Evadne was silent.

"I like such a girl as that," he continued. "She has common sense andmakes a fellow feel comfortable. These moral altitudes of yours are allvery fine in theory, but the atmosphere is too rare for me."