"You have no idea what pleasure it gives me to see you seated at my poor hearth," said Bocaros, smiling brightly.
"It's very nice," replied Emily, also smiling. "But I suppose some day you will be able to afford a better house?"
"I might. One never knows, as you English say. And were I rich, do you know what I should do?"
"Marry, I suppose. When a gentleman has a house he always looks for a lady to share it."
"The difficulty is to get the lady."
"Oh, really, sir, in your case there should be no difficulty."
Bocaros brightened still more. "Do you really think so, mademoiselle? I am old, I am poor, I have no position, and----"
"But a baron has a position!"
"Who told you I was a baron?" asked Bocaros suspiciously.
"Mr. Jasher, your man of business. Isn't it true?"