single day. Indeed, I believe it very often does."

"I doubt that--at least, I know that it couldn't be so with me."

"Well, what do you aim at?" Hilliard asked disinterestedly.

"Safety," was the prompt reply.

"Safety? From what?"

"From years of struggle to keep myself alive, and a miserable old
age."

"Then you might have said--a safety-match."

The jest, and its unexpectedness, struck sudden laughter from Eve.
Hilliard joined in her mirth.

After that she suggested, "Hadn't we better go?"

"Yes. Let us walk quietly on. The streets are pleasant after
sunset."

On rising, after he had paid the bill, Hilliard chanced to see
himself in a mirror. He had flushed cheeks, and his hair was
somewhat disorderly. In contrast with Eve's colourless composure,
his appearance was decidedly bacchanalian; but the thought merely
amused him.

They crossed Holborn, and took their way up Southampton Row, neither