This incorrigible creature could no more help flirting than she could help talking--and she had a woman's tongue to do the latter.
Binding him over to secrecy, she told him the whole story; he listened attentively.
"As I was doing my hair this morning," said Margaret in conclusion, "and looking into the glass----"
"I wish I had been behind you, my dear," interrupted Mr. Nathan.
"Be quiet, Lothario! As I looked into the glass this morning I said to myself, 'Margaret, there is only one person among your acquaintance who is clever enough to assist you; that person is Mr. Nathan.' But before I flew to you, I had a good look at the crow's feet which this trouble is bringing into my eyes. I am growing quite careworn."
"I should like to see those crow's feet."
"Well, look at them;" and she placed her face close to his.
Mr. Nathan gazed into her sparkling eyes, which flashed their brightest glances at him, and then laughed at her outright.
"You're a barbarian," cried Margaret.
"You had better call me an unbelieving Jew at once," said Mr. Nathan rubbing his hands. "You're thrown away as a Christian, my dear, completely thrown away! You ought to have been one of the chosen people."