They had not exchanged a word since the evening previous, when Jim had kissed her.

Unable to look at each other now, and finding speech difficult, they walked in embarrassed silence.
"Doesn't Joe look splendid in his hunting suit ?" asked Jim, presently.
"I hadn't noticed.

Yes; he looks well," replied Nell, carelessly.
She was too indifferent to be natural.
"Are you angry with him ?" "Certainly not." Jim was always simple and frank in his relations with women.

He had none of his brother's fluency of speech, with neither confidence, boldness nor understanding of the intricate mazes of a woman's moods.
"But--you are angry with--me ?" he whispered.
Nell flushed to her temples, yet she did not raise her eyes nor reply.
"It was a terrible thing for me to do," went on Jim, hesitatingly.
"I don't know why I took advantage--of--of your mistaking me for Joe.

If you only hadn't held up your mouth.