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NEVER MARRY A POOR MAN. 43 “How sweetly one might live and die in a place like this,” almost whispered Rosalie. “Oh, I love such beauty as this.” . “You love beauty, I know,” answered Pennon, with a smile; “for you love your own dear self; which is only what the rest of the world does also,—loyes you more than you de- serve.” : She did not know whether to be pleased or provoked at this speech. She wanted to say something which should draw from him the innermost meaning of his remark—perhaps to induce him to say that he, like the rest of the world, was her lover; but Noyse, uneasy and jealous, was waiting for them, and they joined him. ; They advanced to the Jawn where Mr. and Mrs. Fenelon were awaiting them, entered upon a stately. portico, and from thence passed into the principal hall, whose stained glass win- dow, floor of white and black marble in mosaic, lofty ceiling, and grand stairway excited still further their admiration. There were but two servants about the mansion—a faithful old man who had charge of affairs generally, and his wife, who acted as housekeeper. ; “Oh dear!” said Pennon, as they rested themselves in the . hall, before seeking rooms, “I am afraid that my friend's gift will impoverish me. I can never afford to keep up such an establishment; and out of respect to the wishes of the dead J should never wish to sell it.” “Ah, you can afford it better than you think,” said Rosalie. “ This place is not so large as it is richly furnished. A very few servants would keep it in proper order. It will take but a trifling expense to keep up the grounds.” “You talk like a housekeeper—that is, like one who has some idéa of domestic expenses and arrangements, as every woman ought to have,” said Noyse. “ That is, if she marries a poor man.” _- The slight, very slight accent of scorn with which this was said, considering that Noyse was not by any means a rich man, was poor consolation and reward for following in the train of the brilliant coquette for the last two months. The color suffused his face, for he felt too deeply to entirely con- ceal his feelings, and thus be less at the mercy of her whe would hare been kinder had she doubted ber power, comicbooks.com