“She laughs every time your name is mentioned, and——”
“The devil take her!”
“She says you may keep the knife!”
I have it still, a little tortoise-shell-handled thing, with a sharp—a very sharp—point. On the blade is engraved, in German letters, “Sophia.” It is a pretty toy, and in its delicacy, its tininess, its elegance, its seeming harmlessness, and its very sharp point, it reminds me much of Princess Ferdinand of Glottenberg.
A TRAGEDY IN OUTLINE.
I.
Dear Mr. Brown: * * * *
Yours sincerely,
M. Robinson.
II.