"For a month or two, perhaps."
"Oh, make it three," says Kelly, satirically. "Surely the little winged god has so much staying power."
"A few weeks ago you told me you did not believe in him at all."
"I have changed all that."
"Ah! you can be fickle too."
"A man is not necessarily fickle because when he discovers the only true good he leaves the bad and presses towards it. I think, too, his mentor," in a lowered tone, "should be the last to misjudge him."
"Nothing is so lasting, at least, as riches," says Mrs. Herrick, with a chastened but unmistakable desire to change his mood. "Olga with unlimited means and an undeniable place in the world of society would be a happier Olga than as the wife of a country gentleman."
"I don't agree with you; but you know best—perhaps. You speak your own sentiments, of course. A title is indispensable to you too, as well as to her?"
His tone is half a question.
"It counts," she says, slowly, trifling with firm though slender fingers with the grasses that are growing in the interstices of the marble.