would change you, I'm sure of it. That would make another man of you. You ought to marry."
"Yes . . . perhaps . . . that would make another man of me. That's what I've been thinking. I believe you're right," said Lupin thoughtfully.
"Is that true? Have you really been thinking of it?" cried Victoire joyfully.
"Yes," said Lupin, smiling at her eagerness. "I have been thinking about it—seriously."
"No more messing about—no more intrigues. But a real woman . . . a woman for life?" cried Victoire.
"Yes," said Lupin softly; and his eyes were shining in a very grave face.
"Is it serious—is it real love, dearie?" said Victoire. "What's she like?"
"She's beautiful," said Lupin.
"Oh, trust you for that. Is she a blonde or a brunette?"
"She's very fair and delicate—like a princess in a fairy tale," said Lupin softly.
"What is she? What does she do?" said Victoire.
"Well, since you ask me, she's a thief," said Lupin with a mischievous smile.
"Good Heavens!" cried Victoire.
