New York?

Archer had never known a nice woman who looked at life differently. His hour with m riviere had put new air into his lungs, and his first impulse had been to invite him to dine the next day. But he was beginning to understand why married men did not always immediately yield to their first impulses. He threw out tentatively in the hansom may roused herself from one of the dreamy silences into which he had read so many meanings before six months of marriages had given him the key to them. The little frenchman, wasn't he? Dreadfully common, she questioned coldly. Archer disliked her use of the word clever almost as much as her use of