"Now, I wish from the bottom of my soul I were able to do something for your happiness."
"And I for yours," she said, quietly.
I bowed for all answer, and a brief pause followed:
"If I were a man," suddenly said Madame de Palme, "I believe I would like to be a hermit."
"Oh! what a pity!"
"That idea does not surprise you?"
"No, madam."
"Nothing from me would surprise you, I suppose. You believe me capable of anything—of anything, perhaps even of being fond of you?"
"Why not? Greater wonders have been seen! Am I not fond of you myself at the present moment? That's a fine example to follow!"
"You must give me time to think about it?"