"I haven't! He has! He doesn't understand me."
"Does a man ever understand a woman?"
"Of course! If he loves her."
"Then in this case there ought to be no misunderstanding, for I am sure he loves you."
"Oh, do you think so? Do you really think so?"
"My dear," said Mrs. Belswin, as the girl hid her face on the breast of the chaperon, "I am quick at judging a man. All women are. It's instinct. I think Mr. Maxwell an honourable young fellow, and very charming. He would make you a good husband, but your father will never consent to your marrying a poor man."
"Oh, you don't know papa."
"Don't I?" said Mrs. Belswin grimly, and closed the discussion.
This was one side of the question--and the other?
"We have," said Archie, in deep despair, "been to the Garden of Hesperides, and the dragon has beaten us?"