it was because you hadn't been here long enough
to hear his reputation, but I KNEW!"

"Tell me," she said, "if you were disappointed
when you saw me with him."

"Yes," he snapped. "I was!"

"I thought so. I saw the consternation in your
face! You APPROVED, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Yes, you do! I know it bothers you to have
me read you between the lines, but for this once
you must let me. You are so consistent that you
are never disappointed when things turn out badly,
or people are wicked or foolish, are you?"

"No, certainly not. I expect it."

"And you were disappointed in me to-day.
Therefore, it must be that I was doing something
you knew was right and good. You see?" She
leaned a little closer to him, smiling angelically.
"Ah, Mr. Arp," she cried, "I know your secret:
you ADMIRE me!"

He rose, confused and incoherent, as full of
denial as a detected pickpocket. "I DON'T! Me ADMIRE?