heart," said Victoire. "Of course you only rob the rich, and you've always been kind to the poor. . . . Yes; there's no doubt about it: you have a good heart."
"I can't help it—what about it?" said Lupin, smiling.
"Well, you ought to have different ideas in your head. Why are you a burglar?"
"You ought to try it yourself, my dear Victoire," said Lupin gently; and he watched her with a humorous eye.
"Goodness, what a thing to say!" cried Victoire.
"I assure you, you ought," said Lupin, in a tone of thoughtful conviction. "I've tried everything. I've taken my degree in medicine and in law. I have been an actor, and a professor of Jiu-jitsu. I have even been a member of the detective force, like that wretched Guerchard. Oh, what a dirty world that is! Then I launched out into society. I have been a duke. Well, I give you my word that not one of these professions equals that of burglar—not even the profession of Duke. There is so much of the unexpected in it, Victoire—the splendid unexpected. . . . And then, it's full of variety, so terrible, so fascinating." His voice sank a little, and he added, "And what fun it is!"
