"I hope not!" I said, with a laugh; whereupon Mr. Caliph got up, looking, for him, rather grave.
"I can't imagine why you should suppose that Adrian is not acting freely. I don't know what you imagine my means of coercion to be."
"I don't imagine anything. I think I only wish he had thought of it himself."
"He would never think of anything that is for his good. He is not in the least interested."
"Well, I don't know that it matters, because I don't think Eunice will see it—as we see it."
"Thank you for saying 'we.' Is she in love with some one else?"
"Not that I know of; but she may expect to be, some day. And better than that, she may expect—very justly—some one to be in love with her."
"Oh, in love with her! How you women talk! You all of you want the moon. If she is not content to be thought of as Adrian thinks of her, she is a very silly girl. What will she have more than tenderness? That boy is all tenderness."
"Perhaps he is too tender," I suggested. "I think he is afraid to ask her."
"Yes, I know he is nervous—at the idea of a refusal. But I should like her to refuse him once."
"It is not of that he is afraid—it is of her accepting him."
Mr. Caliph smiled, as if he thought this very ingenious. "You don't understand him. I 'm so sorry! I had an idea that—with your knowledge of human
