For that matter, I made up my mind long ago----"

"Oh, but you really haven't known me very long," she suggested. "It
can't be more than a month since Mark went to Paris."

"I wish," said the colonel, "he had gone to Hades!"

"I know you are horridly jealous," she continued, "because you always
change the subject when I mention his name. I like Mark Driver
immensely!"

"Anyhow, I want to hear you say you like me better," said Colonel
Faversham.

She stood looking at him critically--and very tantalizingly--with her
head slightly on one side; and while he devoured her with his eyes,
Bridget slowly took a chair.

"But why should you try to make me say what isn't true?" she demanded.

"I hope it would be," urged Colonel Faversham.

"I am not at all certain," she said quietly. "It's a vastly important
question. It requires time for consideration."

"How long, for goodness' sake?"

"I really couldn't possibly tell you offhand. I shouldn't care to bind
myself."