But at last my better nature won out.
"Certainly not," I said coldly. "And if there is a String to it I do not
want it."
So he apologised, and came and sat beside me, without being a nusance,
and asked me what my other troubles were.
"Carter" I said, in a grave voice, "I know that you beleive me young
and incapable of Afection. But you are wrong. I am of a most loving
disposition."
"Now see here, Bab," he said. "Be fair. If I am not to hold your hand,
or--or be what you call a nusance, don't talk like this. I am but
human," he said, "and there is somthing about you lately that--well, go
on with your story. Only, as I say, don't try me to far."
"It's like this," I explained. "Girls think they are cold and distant,
and indeed, frequently are."
"Frequently!"
"Until they meet the Right One. Then they learn that their hearts are,
as you say, but human."
"Bab," he said, sudenly turning and facing me, "an awfull thought has
come to me. You are in Love--and not with me!"
"I am in Love, and not with you," I said in tradgic tones.
I had not thought he would feel it deeply--because of having been
interested in Leila since they went out in their Perambulaters together.
But I could see it was a shock to him. He got up and stood looking in
the fire, and his shoulders shook with greif.
"So I have lost you," he said in a smothered voice. And then--"Who is
the sneaking schoundrel?"
I forgave him this, because of his being upset, and in a rapt attatude I
told him the whole story.
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