drawing-rooms. It sounds mad, but the lady knows exactly what she wants. I also heard your praises sung. I sat there like a fool not knowing what to say."
"Why? You might have joined in the singing."
"I didn't feel in the humour, because, don't you see, I had been incidentally given to understand that I was an insignificant and superfluous person who had better get out of the way of serious people."
"Ah, par example!"
"In a sense, you know, it was flattering; but for the moment it made me feel as if I had been offered a pot of mustard to sniff."
She nodded with an amused air of understanding and I could see that she was interested. "Anything more?" she asked, with a flash of radiant eagerness in all her person and bending slightly forward towards me.
"Oh, it's hardly worth mentioning. It was a sort of threat wrapped up, I believe, in genuine anxiety as to what might happen to my youthful insignificance. If I hadn't been rather on the alert just then I wouldn't even have perceived the meaning. But really an allusion to 'hot Southern blood' I could have only one meaning. Of course I laughed at it, but only 'pour l'honneur' and to show I understood perfectly. In reality it left me completely indifferent."
Dona Rita looked very serious for a minute.
"Indifferent to the whole conversation?"
I looked at her angrily.
"To the whole . . . You see I got up rather out of sorts this morning. Unrefreshed, you know. As if tired of life."
The liquid blue in her eyes remained directed at me
