the contrary, her face is pleasing," he
said, simply. He feared, noticing the
brooch, that she was vain, as well as
indifferent to her privileges; he wondered
if she had observed his new coat.

Philippa's vanity did not, at any
rate, give her much courage; she scarcely
spoke, except to ask him whether he
took cream and sugar in his tea. When
she handed his cup to him, she said,
very low, "Will you taste it, and see
if it is right?"

He was so conscious of the tremor
of her voice and hand that he made
haste to reassure her, sipping his tea
with much politeness of manner; as he
did so, she said, suddenly, and with
compelling loudness, "Is it--agreeable?"

John Fenn, startled, looked at her
over the rim of his cup. "Very; very
indeed," he said, quickly. But he
instantly drank some water. "It is, perhaps,
a little strong," he said, blinking.
Then, having qualified his politeness for
conscience' sake, he drank all the bitter
tea for human kindness' sake--for
evidently Miss Philippa had taken pains