"Who--I?" he laughed. "Are you confusing me with Miss
Painter?"

"Perhaps I ought to say for ME," she corrected herself.
"You've been even more of a help to us than Adelaide."

"My dear child! What on earth have I done?"

"You've managed to hide from Madame de Chantelle that you
don't really like poor Sophy."

Darrow felt the pallour in his cheek. "Not like her? What
put such an idea into your head?"

"Oh, it's more than an idea--it's a feeling. But what
difference does it make, after all? You saw her in such a
different setting that it's natural you should be a little
doubtful. But when you know her better I'm sure you'll feel
about her as I do."

"It's going to be hard for me not to feel about everything
as you do."

"Well, then--please begin with my daughter-in-law!"

He gave her back in the same tone of banter: "Agreed: if you
ll agree to feel as I do about the pressing necessity of our
getting married."

"I want to talk to you about that too. You don't know what