too, as far as that is concerned. It would be no more disgraceful."

"Folk-ways sanction self-sale, when guaranteed by the clergy," he
said. She turned her head and he saw the pure, cold profile against
the golden table-lamp, and he saw something else under the palms
beyond--Graylock's light eyes riveted upon them both.

"You know," he said, under his breath, "that I shall not marry you.
But--would you care to begin your studies again?"

There was a long silence: She remained with face partly averted
until the orchestra ceased. Then she turned and looked at him, and
he saw her lip tremble.

"I had not thought you meant to ask me--that. I do not quite
understand what you mean."

"I care enough for you to wish to help you. May I?"

"I was not sure you cared--enough--"

"Do you--for me?"

"Before I say that I do--care for you--" she began, tremulously
--"tell me that I have nothing to fear--"

Neither spoke. Over her shoulder Drene stared at the distant man
who stared back at him.

Presently his eyes reverted to hers, absently studying the childlike