He stood there at these last words, which had the effect of making him for a little throw back his head and, as thinking something out, stare up at the ceiling.

"What will you say," she meanwhile asked, "that you've been doing ?" This brought his consciousness and his eyes back to her, and she pointed her question.

"I mean when she comes in--for I suppose she WILL, some time, come in.

It seems to me we must say the same thing." Well, he thought again.

"Yet I can scarce pretend to have had what I haven't." "Ah, WHAT haven't you had ?--what aren't you having ?" Her question rang out as they lingered face to face, and he still took it, before he answered, from her eyes.