"And _why_ do you like her?"

"Why?--ah--I don't know. Because I do."

And she laughed foolishly.

"Does Eve like _you_?" Hilliard continued.

"I think she does. Else I don't see why she kept up with me."

"Has she ever done you any kindness?"

"I'm sure I don't know. Nothing particular. She never gave anything,
if you mean that. But she has paid for me at theatres and so on."

Hilliard quitted the subject.

"If you like to go out alone," he told her before they parted,
"there's no reason why you shouldn't--just as you do in London.
Remember the way back, that's all, and don't be out late. And you'll
want some French money."

"But I don't understand it, and how can I buy anything when I can't
speak a word?"

"All the same, take that and keep it till you are able to make use
of it. It's what I promised you."

Patty drew back her hand, but her objections were not difficult to