But you liked it surely yourself. I protest, that I had easy work with you. I had only at last--when I thought it was time--to speak for you."

"Al that is quite true. But you're leaving me, al the same, you're leaving me--you're washing your hands of me," he went on. "However, that won't be easy; I won't BE left." And he had turned his eyes about again, taking in the pretty room that she had just described as her final refuge, the place of peace for a world-worn couple, to which she had lately retired with "Bob." "I shal keep this spot in sight. Say what you wil , I shal The Legal Smal Print

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need you. I'm not, you know," he declared, "going to give you up for anybody."

"If you're afraid--which of course you're not--are you trying to make me the same?" she asked after a moment. He waited a minute too, then answered her with a question. "You say you 'liked' it, your undertaking to make my engagement possible. It remains beautiful for me that you did; it's charming and unforgettable. But, stil more, it's mysterious and wonderful. WHY, you dear delightful woman, did you like it?"

"I scarce know what to make," she said, "of such an inquiry. If you haven't by this time found out yourself, what meaning can anything I say have for you? Don't you real y after al feel," she added while nothing came from him--"aren't you conscious every minute, of the perfection of the creature of whom I've put you into possession?"

"Every minute--grateful y conscious. But that's exactly the ground of my question. It wasn't only a matter of your handing me over--it was a matter of your handing her. It was a matter of HER fate stil more than of mine. You thought al the good of her that one woman can think of another, and yet, by your account, you enjoyed assisting at her risk." She had kept her eyes on him while he spoke, and this was what, visibly, determined a repetition for her. "Are you trying to frighten me?"

"Ah, that's a foolish view--I should be too vulgar. You apparently can't understand either my good faith or my humility. I'm awful y humble," the young man insisted; "that's the way I've been feeling to-day, with everything so finished and ready. And you won't take me for serious." She continued to face him as if he real y troubled her a little. "Oh, you deep old Italians!"

"There you are," he returned--"it's what I wanted you to come to. That's the responsible note."

"Yes," she went on--"if you're 'humble' you MUST be dangerous." She had a pause while he only smiled; then she said: "I don't in the least want to lose sight of you. But even if I did I shouldn't think it right."

"Thank you for that--it's what I needed of you. I'm sure, after al , that the more you're with me the more I shal understand. It's the only thing in the world I want. I'm excel ent, I real y think, al round--except that I'm stupid. I can do pretty wel anything I SEE. But I've got to see it first." And he pursued his demonstration. "I don't in the least mind its having to be shown me--in fact I like that better.