feeling, in its mingled weakness and antagonism, was that of the
feebler wrestler just holding his ground, and fearing every moment to be
worsted by some unexpected trick of the game. She gave no signs of
it, however.

"I tried, and I succeeded!" she said, as she rose. "You found out that
rudeness to my friends didn't answer! Shall we go and get some lemonade?
Wasn't that why you brought me here? I think I see the tent."

They walked on together. She seemed to see--exultantly--that she had
both angered and excited him.

"I am never rude," he declared. "I am only honest! Only nobody, in this
mealy-mouthed world, allows you to be honest; to say and do exactly what
represents you. But I shall not be rude to anybody under your wing.
Promise me to come to tea, and I will appear to call on your aunt and
behave like any sucking dove."

Constance considered it.

"Lady Laura must write to Aunt Ellen."

"Of course. Any other commands?"

"Not at present."

"Then let me offer some humble counsels in return. I beg you not to make
friends with that red-haired _poseur_ I saw you talking to in the hall."

"Mr. Radowitz!--the musician? I thought him delightful! He is coming to