I have talked you nearly to death.' 'I am not tired,' Jerrie said, 'and I want to know what it is about Maude's going to the cottage, which you must not tell me.

Is she there very, very often, and does Harold like to have her come, and is that throwing herself at his head, as you call it ?' She had her arm around his neck in a coaxing kind of way, and Arthur smoothed the soft white hand resting on his coat-collar, as he answered, laughingly: 'Mother Eve herself.

You would have eaten the apple, too, had you been Mrs.Adam.No, no, I shall not tell any secrets.

You must wait and see for yourself.

And now you must go, for I am tired myself.' She said good-night, and went to her room, but not to sleep at once, because of the tumult of emotions which had been roused by what Arthur had told her of Maude and Harold.
'I don't believe now that I really meant him to make love to her when I asked him to amuse her,' she whispered to herself, as she dashed away two great tear-drops from her cheeks.
Then, after a moment, she continued: 'But they shall never know.