"If only you had not been to Eton and to Oxford! If only you were a man, a man of the people, who could understand!" "Neither my birth nor my education," he assured her, "have affected my present outlook upon life." "Pooh!" she scoffed.

"You talk like a stiffened sheet of foolscap! I am to leave here to-morrow, then, without my packet ?" "You must certainly leave--when you do leave--without that," he assented.

"There is one thing, however, which I very sincerely hope that you will leave behind you." "And that ?" "Your forgiveness." "My forgiveness for what ?" she asked, after a moment's pause.
"For my rashness this morning." Her eyes grew a little larger.
"Because you kissed me ?" she observed, without flinching.

"I have nothing to forgive.

In fact," she went on, "I think that I should have had more to forgive if you had not." He was puzzled and yet encouraged.