Wanda, Vol. 1 (of 3)

by Ouida

'You will like to see your friend,' she said as she passed it to her aunt.

'Certainly, I should like to do so, but I am quite sure he will not come.'

'Not come?'

'I think he will not. You will never understand, my dear Wanda, that men may love you.'

'I certainly saw nothing of love in the conversation of M. de Sabran,' she answered, with some irritation.

'In his conversation? Very likely not; he is a proud man and poor.'

'Since he has ceased to visit Monte Carlo.'

'You are ungenerous, Wanda.'

'I?'

The accusation fell on her with a shock of surprise, under which some sense of error stirred. Was it possible she could be ungenerous? She, whose character had always, even in its faults, been cast on lines so broad? She let his invitation go away with the rest in the post-bag to Matrey.