all the sublime
assurance of an accepted man. "But you have seen her," I went on,
"and can tell me how far his description is true. I suppose she is
much the same as other actresses, is she not?"

"Jasper," said Claire, very gently, after a pause, "do you ever go to
a theatre?"

"Very seldom; in fact, about twice only since I have been in London."

"I suppose you were taught as a boy to hate such things?"

"Well," I laughed, "I do not expect Uncle Loveday would have approved
of Tom's choice, if that is what you mean. But that does not matter,
I fear, as Tom swears that his case is hopeless. He worships from
afar, and says that she is as cold as ice. In fact, he has never
told his love, but lets concealment like a--"

"That is not what I meant. Do you--do you think all actors and
actresses wicked?"

"Of course not. Why should I?"

"You are going to see--"

"'Francesca'? Oh, yes, on the opening night."

"Then possibly we shall meet. Will you look out for me?"

"Let me take you, Claire. Oh, I am glad indeed! You will see Tom
there, and, I hope, be able to congratulate him on his triumph.
So let me take you."

She shook her head.

"No, no."

"Why?"

"Because that is impossible--really. I shall see you there, and you
will see me. Is not that enough?"

"If you say so, it must be," I answered sadly. "But--"

"'But me no buts,'" she quoted. "See, it is getting late; we must be
going."

A most strange silence fell upon us on the way back to Streatley.
Claire's face had not yet wholly regained its colour, and she seemed
disinclined to talk. So I had to solace myself by drinking in long
draughts of her loveliness, and by whispering to my soul how poorly
Tom's Queen of Tragedy would show beside my sweetheart.

O fool and blind!

Presently my love asked musingly--

"Jasper, do you think that you could cease to love me?"

"Claire, how can you ask it?"

"You are quite sure? You remember what mother said?"

"Claire, love is strong as death. How does the text run?
'Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if
a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would
utterly be contemned.' Claire, you must believe that!"

"'Strong as death,'" she murmured. "Yes, I believe it. What a
lovely text that is!"

The boat touched shore at Streatley, and we stepped out.

"Jasper," she said again at parting that night, "you have no
doubt, no grain of doubt,