Either he is ignorant, or he has forgotten the facility with which I weep, and his distress is proportioned to his ignorance.
My eyes are dried again now, though they and my nose still keep a brave after-glow; and Roger and I are at one again.

But, for my part, on this first day, I think it would have been pleasanter if we had never been at two.

However, smiling peace is now again restored to us, and no one, to look at us, as we sit in my boudoir after breakfast, would think that we, or perhaps I should say I, had been so lately employed in chasing her away.

As little would any one, looking at the blandness of Vick's profile, as she slumbers on the window-seat in the sun, conjecture of her master-passion for the calves of strangers' legs.
"So you see that I _must_ go, Nancy," says Roger, with a rather wistful appeal to my reason, of whose supremacy he is not, perhaps, quite so confident as he was when he got up this morning.

"You understand, don't you, dear ?" I nod.
"Yes, I understand." I still speak in a subdued and snuffly voice, but the wrath has gone out of me.
"Well, you--would you mind," he says, speaking rather hesitatingly, as not quite sure of the reception that his proposition may meet with--"would you mind coming with me as far as Zephine's ?" "Do you mean come all the way, and go in with you, and stay while you are there ?" cry I, with great animation, as a picture of the strict supervision which, by this course of conduct, I shall be enabled to exercise over Mrs.Zephine's oscillades, poses, and little verbal tendernesses, flashes before my mind's eye.
Roger looks down.
"I do not know about _that_," he says, slowly.