"Oh, I didn't think you were such a fool," said Clemency; then she
added, in a meek and shamed voice, "I should have been awfully disgusted
with you if you had not thought my mother the most beautiful woman you
ever saw, and I am used to men not seeing me. I don't want them to. I
think I feel something as Annie Lipton does about men. She says she
feels as if she wanted to kill every man who looks at her as if he
loved her. I think I should, too."

"Miss Lipton has a great many admirers," remarked James by way of
changing the subject.

"Oh, yes, every young man for miles around, ever since she was grown up.
She doesn't like any of them." Clemency looked at James with sudden
concern. "I am going to tell you something," she said, "even if it is
rather betraying confidence. I think I ought to. Annie told me she had
taken a great dislike to you, from the very first moment she saw you, so
it would be no use--"

"I am sorry," replied James stiffly, "but as I had no particular feeling
for her, except admiration of her beauty, it makes no especial
difference."

"I thought, of course, you would fall in love with her," said Clemency.
Then she added, with most inexplicable inverted jealousy, "You must have
very poor taste, or you would. You are the first one."

"Some one has to be first," James said, laughing.

"I don't know but I was horrid to tell you what I did," said Clemency,
looking at him doubtfully.