voice did not break nor his eyes dim.

"He's like his father," she thought.


When Olivia believed that Dumont was safely forgotten she teased
her--"Your adoring and adored Scarborough."

Pauline was amused by this. With his unfailing instinct,
Scarborough had felt--and had never permitted himself to
forget--that there was some sort of wall round her for him. It
was in perfect good faith that she answered Olivia: "You don't
understand him. He's a queer man--sometimes I wonder myself that
he doesn't get just a little sentimental. I suppose I'd find him
exasperating--if I weren't otherwise engaged."

Olivia tried not to show irritation at this reference to Dumont.
"I think you're mistaken about which of you is queer," she
said. "You are the one--not he."

"I?" Pauline laughed--she was thinking of her charm against
any love but one man's, the wedding ring she always wore at her
neck. "Why, I COULDN'T fall in love with HIM."

"The woman who gets him will do mighty well for herself--in
every way," said Olivia.

"Indeed she will. But--I'd as soon think of falling in love
with a tree or a mountain."