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obvious way of blackguards. You don't know it--neither do I. A single
decent impulse on the part of a blackguard can upset all the calculations
of the virtuous. Oh, Bunny, you fool, what do you want to wreck things
for at this stage? Can't you see you've got a gift from the gods? Take
it, man, and be thankful that you're considered worthy of it!"

Bunny made a sharp movement of protest. Saltash was looking at him with
half-humorous compassion as one looks at a child with a damaged toy, and
he was keenly conscious of being at a disadvantage. But though checked,
he was not defeated. Saltash had made out a case for himself. He had in a
measure vindicated Toby. But that was not the end of the matter.

He stopped and faced him. "Why were you so anxious for me to marry her?"
he said. "I've got to know that."

He was instantly aware that Saltash eluded him, even though he seemed to
meet his look as he made reply. "You are quite welcome to know it, _mon
ami_. I chance to take a fatherly interest in you both."

Bunny flinched a little. Something in the light reply had pierced him
though he could not have said how. "That's all?" he asked rather thickly.

"That is quite all," said Saltash, and faintly smiled--the smile of the
practised swordsman behind the blade.

Bunny stood for some moments regarding him, his boyish face stern and
troubled. Up to that point, against his will, he had believed him; from
it, he believed him no longer. But--he faced the truth however it might
gall him--he was pitted against a skilled fencer, and he was powerless.
Experience could baffle him at every turn.

"Do you tell me you have never realized that she cared for you?" he
blurted forth abruptly, and there was something akin to agony in his
utterance of the words. He knew that he was baring his breast for the
stroke as he forced them out.

But Saltash did not strike. Just for an instant he showed surprise.
Then--quite suddenly he lowered his weapon. He faced Bunny with a smile
of comradeship.

"Quite honestly, Bunny," he said, "if I had realized it, it wouldn't have
made any difference. I have no use for sentimental devotion at my age.
She has never been more to me than--a puppy that plays with your hand."

"Ah," Bunny said, and swung away from him with the words. "I suppose that
is how you treat them all. Women and dogs--they're very much alike."

"Not in every respect," said Saltash. "I should say that Toby is an
exception anyway. Sh