the climax of her decorative transition. Never had he seen a
creature so plastic or so wistful.

Here was a contrast to his cousin Mildred, who was not wistful,
and controlled any impulses toward plasticity, if she had them.
"By George!" he said. "But you ARE different!"

With that, there leaped in her such an impulse of roguish
gallantry as she could never resist. She turned her head, and,
laughing and bright-eyed, looked him full in the face.

"From whom?" she cried.

"From--everybody!" he said. "Are you a mind-reader?"

"Why?"

"How did you know I was thinking you were different from my
cousin, Mildred Palmer?"

"What makes you think I DID know it?"

"Nonsense!" he said. "You knew what I was thinking and I knew
you knew."

"Yes," she said with cool humour. "How intimate that seems to
make us all at once!"

Russell left no doubt that he was delighted with these gaieties
of hers. "By George!" he exclaimed again. "I thought you were