individually is different from Aunt Caroline. Drew poses as having eliminated all emotions from his nature."
"And you?" she interrogated.
"I have eliminated all but emotions," he said, looking at her with a smile.
"And yet Lord Drewitt is—is" she hesitated.
"As emotional as a theatrical-star ousted by an understudy," he suggested.
"But you said he was unemotional."
"I said he posed as being unemotional."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, it's a bit difficult to explain. For instance, suppose you were upset in a boat. Drew would go in after you, bring you out, and then probably manage to convey to you that you were not looking your best, and had better go home and have a tidy-up."
"Then I shall never fall into the water when Lord Drewitt is about," she said gaily. "I should want my rescuer to—to"
"What?" he asked with interest.
"Well, I suppose I should want him to look down at me anxiously to see if—if I were still alive."
"Yes, with the water dripping from his nose and ears."
"Mr. Beresford!" she cried reproachfully, "I think that you and Lord Drewitt between you would kill romance."
"How can a man afford to be romantic? There is poor Drewitt with his title and two thousand a year, as he would tell you quite frankly, and I,
