to behold. Nick asked a question or two about Peter's predicament and learned rather to his disappointment that it consisted only of the fact that he was in love with Miriam. He requested his visitor to do better than this; whereupon Nash added the touch that Sherringham wouldn't be able to have her. "Oh, they have ideas!" he said, when Nick asked him why.
"What ideas? So has he, I suppose."
"Yes, but they're not the same."
"Oh well, they'll arrange something," said Nick.
"You'll have to help them a bit. She's in love with another man," Nash returned.
"Do you mean with you?"
"Oh, I'm never another man," said Nash; "I'm more the wrong one than the man himself. It's you she's after." And upon Nick's asking him what he meant by this he added: "While you were engaged in transferring her image to your sensorium you stamped your own upon hers."
Nick stopped in his walk, staring. "Ah, what a bore!"
"A bore? Don't you think she's agreeable?"
Nick hesitated. "I wanted to go on with her—now I can't."
"My dear fellow, it only makes her handsomer: I wondered what was the matter with her."
"Oh, that's twaddle," said Nick, turning away. "Besides, has she told you?"
"No, but her mother has."
"Has she told her mother?"
"Mrs. Rooth says not. But I have known Mrs. Rooth to say that which isn't."
