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He withdrew froliave his face the expression of a snarl more than a s out a hand and touching his ar that calls itself a man is made of! I did my very best with you, didn't I?--uncouth as you alere and are!--but I did ht it was settled! Why wouldn't you do what Washington expected?"

The light of the moon fell full on her upturned face It was a wonderful face,--not beautiful according to the ht of daring intelligence as to make beauty itself see animation He moved away from her another step, and shook his arm free from her touch

"Why wouldn't you?" she reiterated softly; then with a sudden ripple of laughter, she clasped her hands and uplifted the oddesses and fauns and fairies, tell lance of cool contee!" he said

"'All the world's a stage,'" she quoted, letting her upraised aruidly at her sides--"And ours is a real comedy! Not 'As You Like It' but 'As You Don't Like It!' Poor Shakespeare!--he never iined such characters as we are! Now, suppose you had satisfied the expectations of all Washington City and married me, of course we should have bored each other dreadfully--but with plenty of money we could have run away from each other whenever we liked--they all do it nowadays!"

"Yes--they all do it!" he repeated, mechanically

"They don't 'love' you know!" she went on--"Love is too much of a bore YOU would find it so!"

"I should, indeed!" he said, with sudden energy--"It would be worse than any iinable torture!--to be 'loved' and looked after, and watched and coddled and kissed--"

"Oh, surely no woman would want to kiss you!" she exclai!"

And she gave a little peal of laughter, merry as the lilt of a sky-lark in the dawn He stared at her angrily, moved by an insensate desire to seize her and throw her down the hill like a bundle of rubbish