"That'll be rather a dull ending to it all."
"Mr. Stillford thinks it would be a favorable one for me."
"I don't believe he means to pay you money. It'll be something"—she paused a moment—"something prettier than that."
"What has prettiness to do with it, you child? With a right of way?"
"Prettiness has to do with you, though, Helena. You don't suppose he thinks only of that wretched path?"
The flush came on the Marchesa's cheek.
"He can hardly be said to have seen me," she protested.
"Then look your best when he does—for I'm sure he's dreamed of you."
"Why do you say that?"
Norah laughed. "Because he's a man who takes a lot of notice of pretty women—and he took so very little notice of me. That's why I think so, Helena."