Her daughter viewed the matter somewhat
differently. She was, of course, obliged to feel a
little sorry for the loss of the tailor, whom only a
few days before she had professed to love so passion-
ately that nothing but death could separate her from
him, but she did not find it easy to be so sad as she
knew she ought to be. There was something in the
recklessness of her new lover that took her fancy ; and
it flattered her vanity to think that she could inspire
a passion which did not hesitate even at crime.
