new--but I couldn't tell, you know, till
I'd seen you with one."

"Well, and so you can tell now?"

"Yes. I can tell now."

"And if I am fond of children, what difference does that make?"

"It makes all the difference. You see, I've got two little girls----"

"Two little girls." She repeated it after him smiling, as if she played
with the vision of them.

"You see--they've no mother. My wife----"

"I know," she said softly.

"How did you know?"

"I can't tell you."

"My wife died five years ago when my youngest little girl was born."

"And I thought," she said, "you were so young."

"I'm thirty-five."

"Still I was right. You're young. Very young."

"Oh, well, don't you know, they say a woman's as young as she looks, and
a man's as young as he feels. I _feel_ all right."

"You dear." Her mouth and eyes said it without a sound.

"Are you quite sure that's all you want to know?"

"I had to know it."

"It was so important?"

"Yes. Because of _them_."

"And now you know all about me?"

"Yes. Now I know all about you."

"Don't you want to know something about--about Mr. Tailleur?"

Lucy's face hardened. "No, I don't think I want to know anything about
him."

He had made up his mind that Mr. Tailleur had been a brute to her.

"He _is_ dead."

"Well, yes. I supposed he would be."

"He died four years ago. I was married very young."

"I supposed that too."

"You don't feel that he's important?"

"Not in the very least."

She laughed.

"When I said that I knew all about you, I only meant that I knew--I'd
the sense to see--what you were. You mustn't think that I take anything
for granted."

"Ah, Mr. Lucy, dear, I'm afraid you're taking everything for granted."

"On my soul I'm not. I'm not that sort. There's one thing about you I
don't know yet, and I'm afraid to ask, and it's the only thing I really
want to know. It's the only thing that matters."

"Then ask me, ask me straight, whatever it is, and let's get it over.
Can't you trust me to tell you the truth?"

"I trust you--to tell me the truth. I want to know where I am--where we
are."

"Is it for me to say?"

"It's for you to say whether you think you can ever care for me."

"Can't you see that I care for you?"

"No, I'd give anything to see."

"Ah, it's so like you not to. And I thought I'd shown you--everything."

"You haven't shown me yet whether you care enough to--to----"

He checked himself, while his love for he