"If you laugh at me, I won't tell you anything more. Then you'll be sorry."
"Shall I?"
"Yes."
"All right! I'm serious now," said Lawrence.
"Don't you want to smoke?" asked Fanny, suddenly. "I wish you would. I should be less—less nervous, you know."
"What a curious idea! But I'll smoke if you like."
He proceeded to fill and light a big brier-root pipe.
"I like the smell of a pipe," said Fanny, watching the operation. "I'm so tired of the ever lasting cigarette."
"I'm ready," Lawrence said, puffing slowly into the still, hot air.
"Are you sure you won't laugh at me? Well, I'll tell you. I liked Mr. Brinsley awfully—at first."
Lawrence looked at her quickly and took his pipe from his mouth.
"Not really?" he exclaimed, only half-interrogatively, but with a change of colour. "But
