'Here is a secret—a mystery, which I cannot fathom.'
To change the subject, she said, in her playful way,
'Were you ever really in love, Marquis?'
'Your invariable query—yes, often,' said Gordon, with a smile.
'Indeed!'
'But never with more than one woman at a time, madame; be assured that no one can love either a place, a woman, or aught else very long—a gay woman least of all, perhaps.'
'Mon Dieu, Marquis, you become more and more French every day.'
Gordon seemed to be still reflecting; but he turned suddenly to me, and said,
'Mr. Blane, you are about six feet high I think.'
'I am only five feet ten inches, my Lord.'