"Yes; I received one letter. She has left the Riviera, and is in Paris now, where she intends to winter along with her husband. Wildenhoff has won a good deal of money, playing at Monte Carlo; and both of them are now spending it, each of them apart."
"And her nerves, how are they?"
"In perfect condition. She has left all her tears in the sea behind her. … That woman has an uncommonly happy disposition——"
Here followed a short but mournful pause, broken by the entrance of Radlowski, a painter who had been her fellow-student in Munich.
He noticed that my complexion was strikingly out of the common, and begged I would sit for my portrait.
Witold thinks that, of all the women he ever knew, I am the most intelligent. Before he made my acquaintance, he had been climbing up a regular ladder of emotions, of which Martha had formed the topmost rung. I, it appears, form a sort of synthesis of all his loves; I am at the same time the most beloved humanly speaking, and as a woman the most desired of all. He would not have me other
