And so you are not fond of me--in the romantic sense ?" No answer.

Agatha dumb and afraid to lift her eyelids.
"That is fortunate," he continued, "because--good evening, Miss Ward; I have done nothing but admire your skating for the last hour--because men were deceivers ever; and I am no exception, as you will presently admit." Agatha murmured something, but it was unintelligible amid the din of skating.
"You think not?
Well, perhaps you are right; I have said nothing to you that is not in a measure true.

You have always had a peculiar charm for me.

But I did not mean you to tell Hetty.

Can you guess why ?" Agatha shook her head.
"Because she is my wife." Agatha's ankles became limp.