Therefore it is that I want, that I shal always want, your eyes. Through THEM I wish to look--even at any risk of their showing me what I mayn't like. For then," he wound up, "I shal know. And of that I shal never be afraid." She might quite have been waiting to see what he would come to, but she spoke with a certain impatience.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

But he could perfectly say: "Of my real, honest fear of being 'off' some day, of being wrong, WITHOUT

knowing it. That's what I shal always trust you for--to tel me when I am. No--with you people it's a sense. We haven't got it--not as you have. Therefore--!" But he had said enough. "Ecco!" he simply smiled. It was not to be concealed that he worked upon her, but of course she had always liked him. "I should be interested," she presently remarked,

"to see some sense you don't possess." Wel , he produced one on the spot. "The moral, dear Mrs. Assingham. I mean, always, as you others consider The Legal Smal Print 17

it. I've of course something that in our poor dear backward old Rome sufficiently passes for it. But it's no more like yours than the tortuous stone staircase--half-ruined into the bargain!--in some castle of our quattrocento is like the `lightning elevator' in one of Mr. Verver's fifteen-storey buildings. Your moral sense works by steam--it sends you up like a rocket. Ours is slow and steep and unlighted, with so many of the steps missing that-wel , that it's as short, in almost any case, to turn round and come down again."

"Trusting," Mrs. Assingham smiled, "to get up some other way?"

"Yes--or not to have to get up at al . However," he added, "I told you that at the beginning."

"Machiavel i!" she simply exclaimed.

"You do me too much honour. I wish indeed I had his genius. However, if you real y believe I have his perversity you wouldn't say it. But it's al right," he gaily enough concluded; "I shal always have you to come to."

On this, for a little, they sat face to face; after which, without comment, she asked him if he would have more tea. Al she would give him, he promptly signified; and he developed, making her laugh, his idea that the tea of the English race was somehow their morality, "made," with boiling water, in a little pot, so that the more of it one drank the more moral one would become. His drol ery served as a transition, and she put to him several questions about his sister and the others, questions as to what Bob, in particular, Colonel Assingham, her husband, could do for the arriving gentlemen, whom, by the Prince's leave, he would immediately go to see. He was funny, while they talked, about his own people too, whom he described, with anecdotes of their habits, imitations of their manners and prophecies of their conduct, as more rococo than anything Cadogan Place would ever have known. This, Mrs.