"And will you--" "No, I couldn't do such a thing.

It isn't in my way.

I told him so.

His son had a beautiful face an antique profile; a sort of early Christian type; but I'm too much of a pagan for that sort of thing." "Yes." "Yes," Beaton continued, not quite liking her assent after he had invited it.

He had his pride in being a pagan, a Greek, but it failed him in her presence, now; and he wished that she had protested he was none.