esting gaze.

"Why, that was the first time you saw me."

"I had no earlier occasion to remark your charms."

"You ask me to believe too much," said she, but her tone was softer than
he had ever known it yet.

"Then you'll refuse to believe me if I confess that it was this grace
and beauty that determined my destiny that day by urging me to join your
father's troupe."

At that she became a little out of breath. There was no longer any
question of finding an outlet for resentment. Resentment was all
forgotten.

"But why? With what object?"

"With the object of asking you one day to be my wife."

She halted under the shock of that, and swung round to face him. Her
glance met his own without, shyness now; there was a hardening glitter
in her eyes, a faint stir of colour in her cheeks. She suspected him of
an unpardonable mockery.

"You go very fast, don't you?" she asked him, with heat.

"I do. Haven't you observed it? I am a man of sudden impulses. See what
I have made of the Binet troupe in less than a couple of months. Another
might have laboured for a year and not achieved the half of it. Shall I
be slower in love than in work? Would it be reasonable to expect it? I
have curbed and repressed myself not to scare you by precipitancy. In
that I have done violence to my feelings, and more than all in using the
same cold aloofness with which you chose to treat me. I have waited--oh!
so patiently--until you should tire of that mood of cruelty."

"You are an amazing man," said she, quite colourlessly.

"I am," he agreed with her. "It is only the conviction that I am not
commonplace that has permitted me to hope as I have hoped."

Mechanically, and as if by tacit consent, they resumed their walk.

"And I ask you to observe," he said, "when you complain that I go very
fast, that, after all, I have so far asked you for nothing."

"How?" quoth she, frowning.

"I have merely told you of my hopes. I am not so rash as to ask at once
whether I may realize them."

"My faith, but that is prudent," said she, tartly.

"Of course."

It was his self-possession that exasperated her; for after that she
walked the short remainder of the way in silence, and so, for the
moment, the matter was left just there.

But that night, after they had supped, it chanced that when Climene was
about to retire, he and she were alone together in the room abovestairs
that her father kept exclusively for his company. The Binet Troupe, y