paper--'The Rebel
Member Returns. A Chat with Mr. Goring'--Don't do that; but I'll give
you some other copy if you like."

"You're very kind in giving me all this copy. What shall I do with it?
Shall I keep it as a memento?"

"No, no. You can sell it; honor bright you can."

"Can I? Shall I get much for it? Enough money to buy me a tiara, do you
think?"

"Do you really want to wear the usual fender? Now, why? I suppose
because you aren't sufficiently aware how--" he paused on the edge of a
compliment which seemed suddenly too full-flavored and ordinary to be
addressed to this strangely lovely being, with her smile at once so
sparkling and so mysterious. He substituted: "How much more
distinguished it is to look like an Undine than like a peeress."

Mildred seemed slightly taken aback.

"Why do you say 'Undine?'" she asked, almost sharply. "Do I--do I look
as if I came out of a Trafalgar Square fountain with fell designs on
Lord Ipswich?"

"Of course not. But--I can't exactly define even to myself what I mean,
only you do suggest an Undine to me. To some one else you might be
simply Miss--Forgive me, I don't know your name."

He had not even troubled to glance at her left hand, and when the "Mrs."
was uttered it affected him oddly. It was one of the peculiar
differences between her two personalities that, casually encountered,
Mildred was as seldom taken for a married woman as Milly for an
unmarried one.

"Do I look as if I'd got no soul?" she persisted, leaning a little
towards him, an intensity that might almost have been called anxiety in
her gaze.

He could even have fancied she had grown paler. He, too, became serious.
His eyes brightened, meeting hers, and a slight color came into his
cheeks.

"Quite the contrary," he answered. "I should say you had a great
deal--in fact, I shall begin to believe in detachable souls again. Fancy
most people as just souls, without trimmings. It makes one laugh. But
your body looks like an emanation from the spirit; as though it might
flow away in a white waterfall or go up in a white fire; and as though,
if it did, your soul could certainly precipitate another body, which
must certainly be like this one, because it would be as this is, the
material expression of a spirit."

She listened as he spoke, seriously, her eyes on his. But when he had
done, she dropped her chin on her hand and laughed delightedly.

"You think I should be able to grow a fresh body, like a lo