"Of course you can. You may pay me interest if you like."
"At what per cent?"
"Current rates in my country—eight."
"Very well," she laughed. "It's a bargain. But where is your security?"
He considered gravely. "Certainly I should have something. I will be satisfied with that rose you are wearing."
Clyde coloured slightly, glancing at him swiftly.
"Kitty," she called to Mrs. Wade, "I want you as a witness. Mr. Dunne has made me a loan. His security is this rose—and nothing more. Please witness that I give it to him."
And later that night Kitty Wade said to her lord:
"For a rancher, Harry, your Casey Dunne has class. I never knew Clyde Burnaby to give a flower to any man before."
"And you see a case of love at first sight," said Wade, scornfully and sleepily. "Pshaw, Kitty, you're barking at a knot. Casey's a fine chap, but Lord! she's got too much money for him. Suppose she did give him a rose! Didn't she call you over to chaperon the transaction? That puts the sentimental theory out of business."