“You are not ambitious,” said Eugenia.

“You are, dear Baroness,” the young man replied.

The Baroness was silent a moment, looking out at the sleet-darkened grave-yard and the bumping horse-cars.  “Yes, I am ambitious,” she said at last.  “And my ambition has brought me to this dreadful place!” She glanced about her—­the room had a certain vulgar nudity; the bed and the window were curtainless—­and she gave a little passionate sigh.  “Poor old ambition!” she exclaimed.  Then she flung herself down upon a sofa which stood near against the wall, and covered her face with her hands.

Her brother went on with his drawing, rapidly and skillfully; after some moments he sat down beside her and showed her his sketch.  “Now, don’t you think that ’s pretty good for an obscure Bohemian?” he asked.  “I have knocked off another fifty francs.”

Eugenia glanced at the little picture as he laid it on her lap.  “Yes, it is very clever,” she said.  And in a moment she added, “Do you suppose our cousins do that?”

“Do what?”

“Get into those things, and look like that.”

Felix meditated awhile.  “I really can’t say.  It will be interesting to discover.”

“Oh, the rich people can’t!” said the Baroness.

“Are you very sure they are rich?” asked Felix, lightly.

His sister slowly turned in her place, looking at him.  “Heavenly powers!” she murmured.  “You have a way of bringing out things!”

“It will certainly be much pleasanter if they are rich,” Felix declared.

“Do you suppose if I had not known they were rich I would ever have come?”

The young man met his sister’s somewhat peremptory eye with his bright, contented glance.  “Yes, it certainly will be pleasanter,” he repeated.

“That is all I expect of them,” said the Baroness.  “I don’t count upon their being clever or friendly—­at first—­or elegant or interesting.  But I assure you I insist upon their being rich.”

Felix leaned his head upon the back of the sofa and looked awhile at the oblong patch of sky to which the window served as frame.  The snow was ceasing; it seemed to him that the sky had begun to brighten.  “I count upon their being rich,” he said at last, “and powerful, and clever, and friendly, and elegant, and interesting, and generally delightful!  Tu vas voir.”  And he bent forward and kissed his sister.  “Look there!” he went on.  “As a portent, even while I speak, the sky is turning the color of gold; the day is going to be splendid.”

And indeed, within five minutes the weather had changed.  The sun broke out through the snow-clouds and jumped into the Baroness’s room.  “Bonte divine,” exclaimed this lady, “what a climate!”

“We will go out and see the world,” said Felix.