wore no jewels, but two great brown stars smiled at me from
either side of a straight nose. The lips were red now, and her
throat soft and white as her shoulders. I gazed down at her.

"No jewels, you see, Adam," she said suddenly. "I'm afraid
you've struck a loser this time. You'll have to stick to the
Great North Road in future."

"No jewels?" said I. "You have a wealth of hair, and what
about the pearls behind your lips? They're worth a king's
ransom."

"They're not made to take out, though, and there's no gold with
them."

She put up the red mouth and showed two rows of teeth, white and
even.

"Tempt me no more," said I. "Oh, Eve, you're just as bad as
ever. After all this time, too. However. I hesitate to mention
supper, because you look so lovely sitting there, but- "

She stretched out a warm hand, and I lifted her to her feet. For
a second I held the slight fingers.

"Tell me one thing," said I. "Is there anyone who doesn't love
you?"

The fingers slipped away. "Yes, stacks of people. You wouldn't
like me a bit, only I'm not myself to-night. I'm just- just Eve.