'My dear Lord Arthur, what do you owe to it?' 'Sybil,' he answered, handing his wife the roses, and looking into her violet eyes. 'What nonsense!' cried Lady Windermere. 'I never heard such nonsense in all my life.' NE afternoon I was sitting outside the Café de la Paix, watching the splendour and shabbiness of Parisian life, and wondering over my ver mouth at the strange panorama of pride and poverty that was passing before me, when 1 heard some one call my name. I turned round, and saw Lord Murchison. We had not met since we had been at college together, nearly ten years before, so I was delighted to come across him again, and we shook hands warmly. At Oxford we had been great friends. I had liked him immensely, he was so handsome, so high-spirited, and so honourable. We used to say of him that he would be the best of fellows, if he did not always speak the truth, but I think we really |