The
duties of my office have nothing to do with possibilities."
She was evidently torturing him, and I longed to say a word that would
torture her. She continued: "And the flesh-pots--you have not answered
about them: do you not long for them--occasionally?"
"They are of a period," he answered, "too distant for regret."
"And yet," she replied softly, "I fancied sometimes in London last year,
that you had not outgrown that antique time--those lotos-days."
He made no reply at once, and in the pause Justine and I passed out to
the verandah.
"How long does Mrs. Falchion intend remaining here, Miss Caron?" I said.
Her reply was hesitating: "I do not quite know; but I think some time.
She likes the place; it seems to amuse her."
"And you--does it amuse you?"
"It does not matter about me. I am madame's servant; but, indeed, it does
not amuse me particularly."
"Do you like the place?"
The reply was somewhat hurried, and she glanced at me a little nervously.
"Oh yes," she said, "I like the place, but--"
Here Roscoe appeared at the door and said, "Mrs. Falchion wishes to see
Viking and Mr.
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