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outrageous stories; but she will wear lownecked dresses and gaze
at ladies in tights without the ghost of an immodest thought. I
was right when I told Carlotta England was Alexandretta upside
down. What is immoral here is moral there, and viceversa.
There is no such thing as absolute morality. I am very glad this
has happened. It shows me that Carlotta is not devoid of the
better kind of feminine instincts.
Judith has come back. I have seen her and I have explained
Carlotta.
All day long I felt like a respectable person about to be brought
before a magistrate for being drunk and disorderly. Now I have
the uneasy satisfaction of having been let off with a caution. I
am innocent, but I mustn't do it again.
As soon as I entered the room Judith embraced me, and said a
number of foolish things. I responded to the best of my ability.
It is not usual for our quiet lake of affection to be visited by
such tornadoes.
Oh, I am glad, I am glad to be back with you again. I have
longed for you. I couldn't write it. I did not know I could
long for any one so much.
I have missed you immensely, my dear Judith, said I.
She looked at me queerly for a moment; then with a radiant smile:
I love you for not going into transports like a Frenchman. Oh,
I am tired of Frenchmen. You are my good English Marcus, and
worth all masculine Paris put together.
I thank you, my dear, for the compliment, said I, but surely
you must exaggerate.
To me you are worth the masculine universe, said Judith, and
she seated me by her side on the sofa, held my hands, and said
more foolish things.
When the tempest had abated, I laughed.
It is you that have acquired the art of transports in Paris,
said I.
Perhaps I have. Shall I teach you?
You will have to learn moderation, my dear Judith, I remarked.
You have been living too rapidly of late and are looking tired.
It is only the journey, she replied.
I am sure it is the unaccustomed dissipation. Judith is not a
strong woman, and late hours and eternal gadding about do not
suit her constitution. She has lost weight and there are faint
circles under her eyes. There are lines, too, on her face which
only show in hours of physical strain. I was proceeding to
expound this to her at some length, for I consider it well for
women to have some one to counsel them frankly in such matters,

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