"Well, in the first place," said Hartley, "you always fall in love with all pretty women as a matter of habit, and, in the second place, everybody—well, I suppose you—no one could help falling in love with her, I should think." "That's high praise to come from you," said the other, and Hartley said with a short, not very mirthful laugh— "That's high praise to come from you," said the other, and Hartley said with a short, not very mirthful laugh— "Oh, I don't pretend to be immune. We all—everybody who knows her—— You'll understand presently." "Oh, I don't pretend to be immune. We all—everybody who knows her—— You'll understand presently." Ste. Marie turned his head a little and looked curiously at his friend, for he considered that he knew the not very expressive intonations of that young gentleman's voice rather well, and this was something unusual. He wondered what had been happening during his six months' absence from Paris. Ste. Marie turned his head a little and looked curiously at his friend, for he considered that he knew the not very expressive intonations of that young gentleman's voice rather well, and this was something unusual. He wondered what had been happening during his six months' absence from Paris. "I dare say that's what I feel in the air, then," he said after a little pause. "It's not calamity. It's love. "I dare say that's what I feel in the air, then," he said after a little pause. "It's not calamity. It's love. "Or maybe," he said quaintly, "it's both. L'un n'empéche pas l'autre." And he gave an odd little shiver, as if that something in the air had suddenly blown chill upon him. "Or maybe," he said quaintly, "it's both. " And he gave an odd little shiver, as if that something in the air had suddenly blown chill upon him. They were passing the corner of the Chamber of Deputies which faces the Pont de la Concorde. Ste. Marie pulled out his watch and looked at it. They were passing the corner of the Chamber of Deputies which faces the Pont de la Concorde. Ste. Marie pulled out his watch and looked at it. "Eight-fifteen," said he. "What time are we asked for? Eight-thirty? That means nine. It's
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