ll difference; if your heart
speaks, I will see to arranging this affair for you." And she added,
musingly, "How amusing it must be to marry other people!"

The next morning Mlle. Moiseney made the acquaintance of her unknown
charmer. Before leaving Bergun Mlle. Moriaz wished to make a sketch, and
she had gone out early with her father. Mlle. Moiseney descended to
the hotel _salon_, and, espying a piano, she opened it and played a
_fantasia_ by Schumann; she was a tolerably good musician. When she had
finished, Count Abel Larinski, the man with green eyes, who had entered
the _salon_ without her hearing him, approached to thank her for the
pleasure he had had in listening to her; but he begged to take the
liberty to tell her that she failed to properly observe the movement,
and had taken an _andantino_ for an _andante_. At her solicitation he
took her place at the instrument, and executed the _andantino_ as few
but professional artists could do. Mlle. Moiseney, ever ready with her
enthusiasm, declared that he must be a Liszt or a Chopin, and implored
him to play her something else, to which he consented with good grace.
After this they talked about music and many other things. The man with
the green eyes possessed one quality in common with Socrates, he was
master in the art of interrogating, and Mlle. Moiseney loved to talk.
The subject on which she discoursed most willingly was Mlle. Antoinette
Moriaz; when she was started under this heading she became eloquent.
At the end of half an hour Count Abel was thoroughly _au fait_ on the
character and position of Mlle. Moriaz. He knew that she had a heart
of gold, a mind free from all narrow prejudices, a generous soul, and
a love for all that was chivalrous and heroic; he knew that two days of
every week were devoted by her to visiting the poor, and that she
looked upon these as natural creditors to whom it was her duty to make
restitution. He knew also that Mlle. Moriaz could all the better satisfy
her charitable inclinations, as her mother had left her an income of one
hundred thousand livres. He learned that she danced to perfection, that
she drew like an angel, and that she read Italian and spoke English.
This last seemed of mediocre importance to Count Abel. St. Paul said:
"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not
charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal." The count
was of St. Paul's opinion, and had Mlle. Moriaz known neith