Unless indeed you call it burial to go to American City." "Before I pronounce I should like to see my tomb." So he had had, after his fashion, the last word in their interchange, save for the result of an observation that had risen to his lips at the beginning, which he had then checked, and which now came back to him.

"Good, bad or indifferent, I hope there's one thing you believe about me." He had sounded solemn, even to himself, but she had taken it gaily.

"Ah, don't fix me down to 'one'! I believe things enough about you, my dear, to have a few left if most of them, even, go to smash.

I've taken care of THAT.

I've divided my faith into water-tight compartments.