uncomfortable and shy?''

She was silent. She tried to speak, but lifting her eyes before
she began her glance encountered his and her words died upon her
lips.

``You know you did not mean that,'' pursued he. ``Now, I'll tell
you what you did mean. You meant that after you and I were
married--or engaged--perhaps you did not intend to go quite so
far as marriage just yet.''

The color crept into her averted face.

``Look at me!'' he commanded laughingly.

With an effort she forced her eyes to meet his.

``Now--smile, Jane!''

His smile was contagious. The curve of her lips changed; her
eyes gleamed.

``Am I not reading your thoughts?'' said he.

``You are very clever, Victor,'' admitted she.

``Good. We are getting on. You believed that, once we were
engaged, I would gradually begin to yield, to come round to your
way of thinking. You had planned for me a career something like
Davy Hull's--only freer and bolder. I would become a member of