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next day the Duca della Rocca left cards on Lady Hilda and the Comtesse de Caviare; and then for a fortnight never went near either of them except to exchange a few words with them in other people's houses. M. de St. Louis, who was vastly enamoured of his project, because it was his project (what better reason has anybody?) was irritated and in despair.

"You fly in the face of Fate!" he said, with much impatience.

Della Rocca laughed.

"There is no such person as Fate—she perished with all the rest of the Pagan world