peculiarities and emotions.
Margaret's gaze was intent upon him. "Yet," she marvelled, "you made
love to me very tropically."
With unconcealed pride, Mr. Kennaston assented. "Didn't I?" he said.
"I was in rather good form last night, I thought."
"And you were actually prepared to marry me?" she asked--"even after
you knew I was poor?"
"I couldn't very well back out," he submitted, and then cocked
his head on one side. "You see," he added, whimsically, "I was
sufficiently a conceited ass to fancy you cared a little for me. So,