"Indeed, you are mistaken, sir; I am exceedingly prosaic in my views, and cherish no Utopian dreams and theories. I do indeed take the old matter-of-fact world as I find it, and try to make the best of it." "Ah, your last is a very saving clause. Too many are seemingly trying to make the worst of it, and unfortunately they succeed." Ida here shot a quick and vengeful glance at the speaker. "Please do not present me as a general reformer, Mr. Van Berg," protested Miss Burton, with a light laugh; "I have my hands full in mending my own ways." "And so might we all, no doubt," said Stanton; "only most of us leave our ways unmended. but I am curious to know, Miss Burton, how you would make the best of a flirtation; since this is emphatically a part of the world as we find it, especially at a summer hotel." "The best that we can do with many things that exist," she replied, "is to leave them alone. Italy is pre-eminently the land of garlic and art; but fortunately we shall not find it necessary to indulge in both and in equal proportions when we are so happy as to go abroad." "A great many people prefer the garlic," said Stanton. "Oh, certainly," she answered; "it's a matter of taste." "So then garlic and flirtation are corresponding terms in your vocabulary?" "I cannot say which term outranks the other, but it seems to me that if a woman regards her love as a sacred thing, she cannot permit an indefinite number of commonplace people even to attempt to stain it with their soiling touch." "I think gentlemen show just as much of a disposition to flirt as ladies," said Ida, with resentment in her tone. "I will not dispute that statement," replied Miss Burton, with a laugh; "indeed, I'm inclined to think they are very human." "Humane, you mean," interposed Stanton. "Yes, I often wonder at our patient endurance." "Which shall be taxed no longer to-night by me. Good-evening, Miss Mayhew. Good-evening, patient martyrs." "Humane, indeed!" said Stanton. "Are you that way inclined, Van?" "I have no occasion to be otherwise." "Well, I feel savage enough to scalp some one." "So I should judge," remarked Ida. "Perhaps then, as my mood contrasts somewhat favorably with your cousin's, you will venture to walk with me for awhile?" said Van Berg. "Indeed, sir," she replied, taking his arm, "there are times when any change is a relief." "I cannot be very greatly elated over that view of the case, certainly," remarked Van Berg, with a laugh. She did not reply at once, but after a moment said: "I suppose you regard me as a hopeless case at best." "what suggests that thought to you, Miss Mayhew?" "You are not so dull as to need to ask that question, and you only ask it to draw me out. For one thing, you probably think that I instigated Mr. and Mrs. Chints to act as they did. This is not true." "I'm very glad to hear it."