“Why, this is the first time you have ever given me worldly advice,” she laughed.

“Only a friendly hint,” he answered, rising and putting his book in its place with the precision of a spinster.

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Chapter II

“This is what I call a worldly paradise!” A girl with a face like dear Lady Disdain’s sank into a divan placed near the conservatory; her voice chimed in prettily with the music of a spraying fountain and the soft strains of remote stringed instruments.

“Is it a frivolous conceit?” she continued, laughing up to the man who stood beside her; “or do the soft light of many candles, faint music, radiant women, and courtly men, satisfy your predilections also that such a place is as near heaven as this wicked world approaches?”

“You forget; paradise was occupied by but two. To my notion, nothing can be farther removed from Elysium than a modern drawing-room full of guests.”

“And leaving out the guests?”

“They say imagination can make a paradise of a desert, given the necessary contingencies.”

“A solitude of two who love? Dr. Kemp, methinks you are a romantic.”