melodrama. Still, if you happen to be ambitious--or perhaps it is mere
vanity?--if you would like to try what is in you--"

"Gerty wants to be a Mrs. Siddons: that's it," said Miss Carry,
promptly.

Talking to an actress about her profession, and not having a word of
compliment to say? Instead, he praised the noble elms and chestnuts of
the Park, the broad white lake, the flowers, the avenues. He was greatly
interested by the whizzing by overhead of a brace of duck.

"I suppose you are very fond of animals?" Miss White said.

"I am indeed," said he, suddenly brightening up. "And up at our place I
give them all a chance. I don't allow a single weasel or hawk to be
killed, though I have a great deal of trouble about it. But what is the
result? I don't know whether there is such a thing as the balance of
nature, or whether it is merely that the hawks and weasels and other
vermin kill off the sickly birds: but I do know that we have less
disease among our birds than I hear of anywhere else. I have sometimes
shot a weasel, it is true, when I have run across him as he was hunting
a rabbit--you cannot help doing that if you hear the rabbit squealing
with fright long before the weasel is at him--but it is against my rule.
I give them all a fair field and no favor. But there are two animals I
put out of the list; I thought there was only one till this week--now
there are two; and one of them I hate, the other I fear."

"Fear?" she said: the slight flash of surprise in her eyes was eloquent
enough. But he did not notice it.