"I am not at all sick, and I slept very well last night." I drew a
little further from the flame of the fire. "I'm sorry if my eyes--"

"Belie your bluff? They always do. Resist as you will, they give
you away. You've been working yourself to death doing absurd things
for unthankful people. Who is that sick person downstairs? Where'd
you pick her up?"

"I didn't pick her up. She had a hemorrhage and fainted in front of
the house. I happened to see her and--and--"

"Had her brought in. I understand. In a neighborhood of this sort
you don't know who you're bringing in, but I suppose that doesn't
matter."

"No, it doesn't--when the bringing in is a matter of life and death,
perhaps! As long as I am here and Mrs. Mundy is here, any one can
come in who for the moment has nowhere else to go. Scarborough
Square has no walls around its houses. Whoever needs us is a
neighbor. The girl was ill."

My voice was indignant. There are times when Selwyn makes me
absolutely furious. He apparently takes pleasure in pretending to
have no heart. Then, too, he was talking and acting in such contrast
to the way I had expected him to talk and act at our first meeting
alone after the past weeks, that in amazement I stared at him. Of
self-consciousness or embarrassment there was no sign. It had
obviously not occurred to him that his acquaintanceship with a girl
he had given no evidence of knowing when I was present, and three
days later had been seen walking with on the street, absorbed in deep