"Oh! but I'm sure she'd sign another one for you, if I ask her to."
"If it please my lord the king," said Eva. "No; I want this one. Mayn't I have it?"
"Yes, it doesn't make any difference, does it?" said Reggie, guilelessly. "I've got the original, as you say."
"Thanks so much. That is very good of you."
"Of course it's an exchange," said Reggie.
"Ah, you're mercenary after all. I knew I should find a weak point in you. Very good, it's an exchange. But I don't suppose Miss Carston would care for my photograph. She doesn't know me, you see."
"Well, anyhow, mine must be an exchange."
"You're very bold," said Eva. "Of course you could make me give it you; you're much stronger than I am. If you held me down in this chair, and throttled me until I promised, I should have to promise. I'm very cowardly. I should never have made an early Christian martyr. I should have sworn to believe in every heathen goddess, and the Thirty-Nine Articles long before they put the thumbscrew really on."
"Yes, I expect the thumbscrew hurt," said Reggie, meditatively.
"Don't you miss her tremendously?" said Eva, looking at the photograph again. "I should think you were miserable without her."