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A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips 'You think always of him, and like hi is different quite But I do like hiive'

'You are not nice now, and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him'

'But you don't understand, Elfride,' he said with an anxious movement 'You shall know him some day He is so brilliant--no, it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him He's a most desirable friend, and that isn't half I could say'

'I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know hiht and day, ever soof him, I am shut out of your mind'

'No, dear Elfride; I love you dearly'

'And I don't like you to tellht of yours were both drowning, and you could only save one of us----'

'Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?

'Well, which? Nother pendent hand

'No, that won't do; only one of us'

'I cannot say; I don't know It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle'

'A-ha, I know You would save him, and let me drown, drown, drown; and I don't care about your love!'

She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words, but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety

At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath, the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on On again ed to look in a direction away from him, and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure Stephen was soon beaten at this gae of her vision

'Are you offended, Elfie? Why don't you talk?'

'Save me, then, and let that Mr Clever of yours drown I hate him Nohich would you?'

'Really, Elfride, you should not press such a hard question It is ridiculous'