. . I shall perhaps go to Rome in order to be near
you. You are a living safety in a storm,--you are so serene and
calm. And then you have a lover who believes in the ideal and
perfect sympathy."
Angela smiled,--and Sylvie Hermenstein noted the warm and tender
flush of pleasure that spread over her fair face.
"Yes, Florian is an idealist," she said, "There is nothing of the
brute in him."
"And you think Fontenelle a brute?" queried Sylvie, "Yes, I suppose
he is; but I have sometimes thought that all men are very much
alike,--except Florian!" She paused, looking rather dubiously, and
with a touch of compassion at Angela, "Well!--you deserve to be
happy, child, and I hope you will be! For myself, I am going to run
away from Monsieur le Marquis with as much speed as if I had stolen
his watch!"
"It is the best thing you can do," said Angela with a little sigh of
relief, "I am glad you are resolved."
Comtesse Sylvie rose from her chair and moved about the studio with
a pretty air of impatience.
"If his love for me could last," she said, "I might stay! I would
love him with truth and passion, and I would so influence him that
he should become one of the most brilliant leading men of his time.
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