"Listen,  Happiness."  He  called  her  Happiness,  Innocence,
Celestial  Paradise,  and  when  she  wore  less  than  usual,  she
became  Eve.  "You  ought  to  be  able  to  find  some  way  of
having  a  letter  of  mine  mailed  from  Paris."

"Ah!     And  to  whom?"

"Why,  to  her  whom  I  was  in  duty  bound  to  marry."

"Yes,  my  dear  friend,  but  I  have  no  men  or  women  friends,
nor  servants  who  are  in  the  habit  of  doing  such  favours  for
me.  Bah,"  she  added  after  having  for  a  moment  placed  her
forefinger  against  her  chin,  "I  can  manage  this,  too."

Whereupon  Filippo  extracted  the  open  envelope  from  his


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pocket,  while  she,  bringing  the  back  of  the  flap  to  his  lips,
said,  "Kindly  trouble  your  tongue  for  a  moment,"  and  made
him  seal  it.
