longer.

"Am I?" he questioned; thoughtfully. "Well, then, I am tempted to act
upon impulse."

"Oh, do act upon impulse for once," she urged. I'm sure you'll enjoy
it."

"Do you mean that I'm never impulsive?"

"I don't think you look it."

"If you had seen me an hour ago you would have said I was very impulsive.
I think I may have exhausted myself in that direction, however. I feel
the impulse failing me now."




XI.

His impulse really had failed him. It had been to tell Miss Macroyd
about his adventure and frankly trust her with it. He had liked her at
several former meetings rather increasingly, because she had seemed open
and honest beyond the most of women, but her piggish behavior at the
station had been rather too open and honest, and the sense of this now
opportunely intervened between him and the folly he was about to commit.
Besides, he had no right to give Miss Shirley's part in his adventure
away, and, since the affair was more vitally hers than his, to take it at
all out of her hands. The early-falling dusk had favored an unnoticed