"If the white queen doesn't block that pawn, the pawn may become dangerous," she said coldly.
I laughed, and closed up the board with a snap.
"True," I said, "it might even take the queen." After a moment's silence I asked, "What would you do in that case, Miss Holroyd?"
"I should resign," she said serenely; then realizing what she had said, she lost her self-possession for a second, and cried: "No, indeed! I should fight to the bitter end! I mean"
"What?" I asked, lingering over my revenge.
"I mean," she said slowly, "that your black pawn would never have the chance—never! I should take it immediately."
"I believe you would," said I, smiling; "so we'll call the game yours, and—the pawn captured."
"I don't want it," she exclaimed. "A pawn is worthless."
"Except when it's in the king row."
"Chess is most interesting," she observed sedately. She had completely recovered her self-control. Still I saw that she now had a certain respect for my defensive powers. It was very soothing to me.
"You know," said I gravely, "that I am
