It's only his good fortune." Mrs.Dyott laughed.

"But yours, darling--your good fortune: where does THAT come in ?" "Why, in my sense of the romance of it." "The romance of what?
Of his not knowing ?" "Of my not wanting him to.

If I did"-- Maud had touchingly worked it out--"where would be my honesty ?" The inquiry, for an instant, held her friend, yet only, it seemed, for a stupefaction that was almost amusement.

"Can you want or not want as you like?
Where in the world, if you don't want, is your romance ?" Mrs.Blessingbourne still wore her smile, and she now, with a light gesture that matched it, just touched the region of her heart.

"There!" Her companion admiringly marvelled.