was still less prepared to surrender it, and she confined herself for the instant to smoothing down with her foot the corner of an old rug. "Have you thought very much about it?"
He was vague. "About what?"
"About what Mr. Prodmore wants you to do."
He flushed up. "Oh, then, you know it's he?"
"I'm not," she said, still gravely enough, "of an intelligence absolutely infantile."
"You're the cleverest Tory I've ever met!" he laughed. "I didn't mean to mention my friend's name, but since you've done so———!" He gave up with a shrug his scruple.
Oh, she had already cleared the ground of it! "It's he who's the devouring wolf? It's he who holds your mortgages?"
The very lucidity of her interest just checked his assent. "He holds plenty of others, and he treats me very handsomely."
She showed of a sudden an inconsequent face. "Do you call that handsome—such a condition?"
He shed surprise. "Why, I thought it was just the condition you could meet."
She measured her inconsistency, but was not
