"But how do you know what you'll want in the future? The most I
can say is that I know a few things I shan't want."

"I shouldn't like to be of that disposition," she said.

"But I'm afraid you are, whether you like it or not."
Scarborough was half-serious, half in jest.

"Are you the same person you were a month ago?"

Pauline glanced away. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean in thought--in feeling."

"Yes--and no," she replied presently, when she had recovered
from the shock of his chance knock at the very door of her
secret. "My coming here has made a sort of revolution in me
already. I believe I've a more--more grown-up way of looking at
things. And I've been getting into the habit of
thinking--and--and acting--for myself."

"That's a dangerous habit to form--in a hurry," said
Scarborough. "One oughtn't to try to swim a wide river just
after he's had his first lesson in swimming."

Pauline, for no apparent reason, flushed crimson and gave him a
nervous look--it almost seemed a look of fright.

"But," he went on, "we were talking of the change in you. If
you've changed so much in, thirty days, or, say, in sixty-seven