"Why did you smile? Tell me?" eagerly.
"It was nature asserting itself."
"You mean you just couldn't help it?"
"That's precisely what I mean."
"Not very complimentary, I'd say."
"A smile is ever a compliment, sir."
"I say, do you know you interest me?" he began warmly, but she put her finger to her lips.
"My uncle is returning. I must not talk to you any longer." She glanced uneasily out upon the square, and then hurriedly added, a certain wistfulness in her voice and eyes. "I couldn't help it to-day. I forgot my place. But you are the first gentleman I've spoken to since I came here."
"I—I was afraid you might think I am not a gentleman. I've been rather fresh."
"I happen to have known many gentlemen. Before I went into—service, of course." She turned away abruptly, a sudden shadow crossing her face. Truxton King exulted. At last he was touching the long-sought trail of the Golden Girl! Here was Romance! Here was mystery!