“I think so, too,” agreed Gervase. “And Mademoiselle Helen with him.”
“Mademoiselle Helen you consider very beautiful?” murmured the Princess, unfurling her fan and waving it indolently to and fro.
“No, not beautiful,” answered the Doctor quickly. “But very pretty, sweet and lovable—and good.”
“Ah then, of course some one will break her heart!” said the Princess calmly. “That is what always happens to good women.”
And she smiled as she saw Gervase flush, half with anger, half with shame. The little Doctor rubbed his nose crossly.
“Not always, Princess,” he said. “Sometimes it does; in fact pretty often. It is an unfortunate truth that virtue is seldom rewarded in this world. Virtue in a woman nowadays——”
“Means no lovers and no fun!” said Gervase gayly. “And the possibility of a highly decorous marriage with a curate or a bank-clerk, followed by the pleasing result of a family of little curates or little bank-clerks. It is not a dazzling prospect!”
The Doctor smiled grimly; then after a wavering moment of indecision, broke out into a chuckling laugh.
“You have an odd way of putting things,” he said. “But I’m afraid you may be right in your estimate of the position. Quite as many women are as miserably sacrificed on the altar of virtue as of vice. It is ‘a mad world,’ as Shakespeare says. I hope the next life we pass into after this one will at least be sane.”
“Well, if you believe in Heaven, you have Testament authority for the fact that there will be ‘neither marriage nor giving in marriage’ there, at any rate,” laughed Gervase. “And if we wish to follow that text out truly in our present state of existence and become ‘as the angels of God’ we ought at once to abolish matrimony.”