in the imagination of
how deliciously they would yield to his pressed against them. "My God!"
he cried aloud, "to think of it."

The two ladies turned their astonished eyes upon him. "What is it, Jack?
Wait, Tom. Have you lost something?"

"Yes, that is, I never had it. No, go on, Tom, it cannot be helped now.
Go on, please do. What a day it is!" he continued. "'What a time we are
having,' as Miss Nora would say."

"Yes, what a time!" exclaimed Nora, turning her face toward them. "Mrs.
Waring-Gaunt, I think I must tell you that your husband is making love
to me so that I am quite losing my head."

"Poor things," said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. "How could either of you help
it?"

"Why is it that all the nice men are married?" inquired Nora.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Nora," said Jack in a pained voice.

"I mean--why--I'm afraid I can't fix that up, can I?" she said,
appealing to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.

"Certainly you can. What you really mean is, why do all married men
become so nice?" said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.

"Oh, thank you, the answer is so obvious. Do you know, I feel wild
to-day."

"And so do I," replied Kathleen, suddenly waking to life. "It is the
wonderful air, or the motor, perhaps."

"Me, too," exclaimed Jack Romayne, looking straight at her, "only with
me it is not the air, nor the motor."

"What then!" said Kathleen with a swift, shy look at him.

"'The heart knoweth its own bitterness and a stranger intermeddleth not
with its joy.'"

"That's the Bible, I know," said Kathleen, "and it really means 'mind
your own business.'"

"No, no, not that exactly," protested Jack, "rather that there are
things in the heart too deep if not for tears most certainly for words.
You can guess what I mean, Miss Kathleen," said Jack, trying to get her
eyes.

"Oh, yes," said the girl, "there are things that we cannot trust to
words, no, not for all the world."

"I know what you are thinking of," replied Jack. "Let me guess."

"No, no, you must not, indeed," she replied quickly. "Look, isn't that
the mine? What a crowd of people! Do look."

Out in the valley before them they could see a procession of teams and
men weaving rhythmic figures about what was discovered to be upon a
nearer view a roadway which was being constructed to cross a little
coolee so as to give access to the black hole on the hillside beyond
which was the coal mine. In the noise and bustle of the work the motor
came to a stop unobserved behind a lon