"Now I suppose you're going to be very noble and very nasty about it,"
observed Miss Hugonin, resentfully. "That's my main objection to
you, you know, that you haven't any faults I can recognise and feel
familiar and friendly with."
"My dear," he protested, "I assure you I am not intentionally
disagreeable."
At that, she raised velvet eyes to his--with a visible effort,
though--and smiled.
"I know you far too well to think that," she said, wistfully. "I
know I'm not worthy of you. I'm tremendously fond of you, beautiful,