“No, I think not, thank you. You have put me a little out of conceit with the stars.”
“How! What have I done?”
“Why, I think sometimes they get to depend too much on the human agencies which interpret them—act up to arbitrary prophecies; or anyhow are made to seem to.”
“O?”
“Besides, apart from myself, I fail to see your interest in making M. Saint-Péray’s fortune for him.”
“Things have altered with you, certainly. Did we not once discuss his eligibility as a suitor?”
“Well?”
“What was enough for Mademoiselle de France is less than worth the consideration of the Marchesa di Rocco.”
“What! You propose proportionately to restore to him his eligibility.”
“That’s it exactly.”