"Your real calculation is that my interest will be sacrificed to my vanity--so that, if your other idea is just, the flame will in fact, and thanks to her morbid conscience, expire by her taking fright at seeing me so pleased.

But I promise you," he declared, "that she shan't see it.

So there you are!" She kept her eyes on him and had evidently to admit after a little that there she was.

Distinct as he had made the case, however, he wasn't yet quite satisfied.

"Why are you so sure I'm the man ?" "From the way she denies you." "You put it to her ?" "Straight.