Miss Blaythwaite smiled.
"Yes."
"I never dreamed of it. Of course I might have known."
"You do know, Robert."
"Is it Jack Worthing?"
"No."
"Then, who is it?"
"It's that old missal. You are more in love with that, than you are with me. I can see it in your eyes, in your talk, in everything. If I were not its owner, you would never come near me."
"Then you will not marry me?"
"No, I cannot. Do you know, Robert, I've become actually jealous of that breviary, and intend to present it to some library or museum! It ought, by right, to go to the Metropolitan."