came with the cap," she remarked, smiling
slightly. "I don't feel that way any more.
I ought not to have spoken of it."

"I hope the time will come when you
will feel that you may trust me."

"You seem easy to know, Mr. Freeman,"
she replied, looking at him contemplatively
as she spoke, "and yet you are not. There
is one of you that thinks, and another that
speaks. And you are not the same to my
father, or to Professor Meschines, that you
are to me."

"What is the use of human beings except
to take one out of one's self?"

"But it is not your real self that comes
out," said Miriam, after a little pause.
She never spoke hurriedly, or until after
the coming speech had passed into her
face.

Freeman laughed. "Well," he said, "if
I'm a hypocrite, I'm one of those who are
made and not born. As a boy, I was frank
enough. But a good part of my life has
been spent with people who couldn't be
trusted; and perhaps the habit of protecting