"Oh, yes. Very soon! And an hour or so after it had flown, the scarlet flower where it had rested was dead." "Most thrilling!" And Morgana gave a little yawn. "Is that breakfast? Yes? Stay with me while I have it! Are you the head chambermaid at the Plaza?" Manella shrugged her shoulders. "I do not know what I am! I do everything I am asked to do as well as I can." "Obliging creature! And are you well paid?" "As much as I want"--Manella answered, indifferently. "But there is no pleasure in the work." "Is there pleasure in ANY work?" "If one works for a person one loves,--surely yes!" the girl murmured as if she were speaking to herself, "The days would be too short for all the work to be done!" Morgana glanced at her, and the flash of her eyes had the grey-blue of lightning. Then she poured out the coffee and tasted it. "Not bad!" she commented--"Did you make it?" Manella nodded, and went on talking at random. "I daresay it's not as good as it ought to be"--she said--"If you had brought your own maid I should have asked HER to make it. Women of your class like their food served differently to us poor folk, and I don't know their ways." Morgana laughed. "You quaint, handsome thing! What do you know about it? What, in your opinion, IS my class?" Manella pulled nervously at the ends of the bright coloured kerchief she wore knotted across her bosom, and hesitated a moment. "Well, for one thing you are rich"--she said, at last--"There is no mistaking that. Your lovely clothes--you must spend a fortune on them! Then--all the people here wonder at your automobile--and your chauffeur says it is the most perfect one ever made! And all these riches make you think you ought to have everything just as you fancy it. I suppose you ought--I'm not sure! I don't believe you have much feeling,--you couldn't, you know! It is not as if you wanted something very badly and there was no chance of your getting it,--your money would buy all you could desire. It would even buy you a man!" Morgana paused in the act of pouring out a second cup of coffee, and her face dimpled with amusement. "Buy me a man!" she echoed--"You think it would?" "Of course it would!" Manella averred--"If you wanted one, which I daresay you don't. For all I know, you may be like the man who is living in the consumption hut on the hill,--he ought to have a woman, but he doesn't want one." Morgana buttered her little breakfast roll very delicately. "The man who lives in the consumption hut on the hill!" she repeated, slowly, and with a smile--"What man is that?"