"Dear, don't think of me as good, I have no end of faults."
"You would not be human otherwise, and for those faults I love you all the more, Mr.----"
"Gertrude?"
"Well then, Cyrus."
"Dearest, my own; you will marry me?"
"Some day, when----" She suddenly rose, and assumed a resolute air. "Cyrus, we must not fiddle while our Rome is burning. Tell me how the glass eye came to be at The Lodge?"
I fell into her humor, as I saw that she regarded the position of things as far too serious to permit simple love dalliance. "My dear, I can't tell you unless----"
"I never saw the eye," she interrupted impatiently. "Don't you believe me."
"Yes. You never saw the eye. Was Miss Destiny in the drawing-room?"
"No; we both went up to my bedroom when she came into the house, and I saw her out of the gate just before I returned to the house to meet you and my father. Why do you ask that question? Do you think my aunt----?"