ite sufficiently without
my adding my wholly vicarious share. Oh, I'm perfectly harmless now,
Oliver," she made a pretty gesture with her hands. "You and Sargent and
the fire-escape between you have drawn my fangs."

"I can't exactly--thank you," said Oliver, "but I do repeat--you're
sporting."

"Never repeat a compliment to a woman over twenty and seldom then." She
looked at him reflectively. "The same woman, that is. There is such a
great deal I could teach you though, really," she said. "You're much
more teachable than Mr. Billett, for instance," and Oliver felt a little
shudder of terror go through him for a moment at the way she said it.
But she laughed again.

"I shouldn't worry. And besides, you're blighted, aren't you?--and
they're unteachable till they recover. Well.

"Oh, yes, there was something else I meant to be serious about. Sargent
said something about our--disappearing, and all that. Well, Sargent has
always been enamored of puttering around a garden somewhere in an
alias and old trousers with me to make him lemonade when he gets
overheated--and so far I've humored him--but I've really never thought
very much of the idea. That would be--for me--a particularly stupid way
of going to seed." She was wholly in earnest now. "And I haven't the
slightest intention of going to seed with Sargent or anybody else for
a very long time yet. If it ever comes definitely to that I shall break
with Sargent; you can depend on my selfishness--arrogance--anything you
like for that. Quite depend.

"Tonight," she hesitated. "Tonight has really made a good many
things--clear to me. Things that were moving around in my mind, though
I didn't know quite what to call them. For one thing, it has made
me--realize," her eyes darkened, "that my time for really being--a
woman--not in the copybook sense--is diminishing. Getting short. Oh, you
and Mr. Billett will have to reconcile your knowledge of Sargent's
and my situation with whatever moral ideas you may happen to have on
fathers-in-law and friends' fathers for some time yet--I'm sure I don't
know how you're going to do it, especially Mr. Billett, and I can't
honestly say that I particularly care. But that will not be--permanent,
I imagine. You understand?" She put her hand on the door-knob to imply
that the audience was over.

"I shall miss Louise, though," she said, frankly.

"Louise will miss you." Oliver saw no need for being politic now. He
added hesitatingly, "After