none
of these advantages--because she liked the way he parted his hair!
That's the way it goes. It's the most illogical thing in the world, if
we except the stock market and other women's gowns. And then, when it's
all arranged, his friends wonder what she could have seen in him, and
her friends what he could have seen in her! But I'm wandering from the
subject. Seriously, Dorothy dear, I love him very sincerely, and I have
been more happy than I can say ever since I found out that it wasn't
going to be one of those one-sided love-affairs which assure the incomes
of the poets and the lawyers. And now,--confidence for confidence,
Dorothy!"

"Aunt Helen! I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, Dorothy! 'I don't know what you mean' is one of those phrases like
'Not at home' and 'Yours very sincerely,' which are white lies on the
face of them. I don't want to force your confidence. We all have what
our friends recognize as our private affairs, with the accent--worse
luck!--on the _pry_! But this is very different. I'm very fond of you,
as you know, and my interest is far from being vulgar curiosity. Of a
woman's five cardinal failings--inquisitiveness, extravagance, vanity,
vacillation, and loquacity--I'm guiltless of all except the last and
most innocent. But don't we all need to talk at times? Don't we all long
for a trustworthy _confidante_? Aren't our little secrets often like
precious liquors?--if we don't make use of them, share them with our
friends, they either ferment and sour, or else lose all their sweetness
and significance by slow evaporation."

"You would draw confidence from a stone," said Dorothy, with a little
smile, "but what have I to tell you?"

"How should I know? Perhaps nothing--as yet; perhaps everything. Take
your time about it, dear. I'm not trying to get you to commit yourself.
I only want you to know that I'm ready to share your secret when it's
ready to be shared, and to help and counsel you in any way I can. I know
the main great fact already. Because, you see, Dorothy, one may conceal
an infinite amount, even from one's nearest and dearest, when they don't
understand--and they are so _apt_ not to understand, one's nearest and
dearest! And the financier may hide his schemes from his partners, or
the general his plan of campaign from his fellow-officers, or the
politician his ambitions from his most ardent supporters--but I doubt,
my dear, if a woman in love was ever able to hide very much from