"Apply that rule then to the information you speak of."
"Well, since you press me, I know more," said Nash. "Miriam knows you are engaged to a certain lady; she told me as much, told me she had seen her here. That was enough to set Miriam off—she likes forbidden fruit."
"I'm not engaged to any lady. I was, but we've altered our minds."
"Ah, what a pity!" sighed Nash.
"Mephistopheles!" Nick rejoined, stopping again and looking at his visitor gravely.
"Pray, whom do you call Margaret? May I ask if your failure of interest in the political situation is the cause of this change in your personal one?" Nash went on. Nick signified to him that he might not; whereupon Gabriel added: "I am not in the least devilish—I only mean it's a pity you've altered your minds, because now perhaps Miriam will alter hers. She goes from one thing to another. However, I won't tell her."
"I will, then," said Nick, between jest and earnest.
"Would that really be prudent?" Nash asked, with an intonation that made hilarity prevail.
"At any rate," Nick resumed, "nothing would induce me to interfere with Peter Sherringham. That sounds fatuous, but to you I don't mind appearing an ass."
"The thing would be to get Sherringham—out of spite—to entangle himself with another woman."
"What good would that do?"
"Oh, Miriam would begin to fancy him then."
"Spite surely isn't a conceivable motive—for a healthy man."
"Ah, Sherringham isn't a healthy man. He's too much in love."
