look, that she could not well pretend to mistake his meaning; and the next moment he regretted it, for he saw he had gone too far.
"That is a very pretty speech," she said, with a faint flush; "but isn't it a little premature, Mr. Tourmalin, considering that we have scarcely known one another two days!"
For the moment, Peter had forgotten the want of consecutiveness in these eccentric Time Cheques. This interview should by rights have preceded the first he had had with her. He felt annoyed with himself, and still more with the unbusinesslike behaviour of the Bank.
"I—I was anticipating, perhaps," he said. "But I assure you that we shall certainly be friends—I may even go so far as to say, dear friends—sooner or later. You see if I am not right!"
Miss Tyrrell smiled.
"Are you sure," she said, with her eyes demurely lowered—"are you sure that there is nobody who might object to our being on quite such intimate terms as that?"
Peter started. Could she possibly have guessed, and how much did she know?
"There could be nothing for anybody to ob-
