It's one sort of selfishness, you see." "What nonsense," she said; and her smile was very friendly.

"Why doesn't a nice man ever admit he's nice when told so ?" It seems they had advanced that far.

For she was beginning to find this young man not only safe but promising; she had met nobody recently half as amusing, and the outlook at Shotover House had been unpromising with only the overgrateful Page twins to practise on--the other men collectively and individually boring her.

And suddenly, welcome as manna from the sky, behold this highly agreeable boy to play with--until Quarrier arrived.

Her telegram had been addressed to Mr.Quarrier.
"What was it you were saying about selfishness ?" she asked.