'It isn't in my head--it's in my heart, my _coeur de mere_. We guess those things. You think he's selfish--I could see it last night.' 'Dear lady,' I said, 'I have no general ideas about him at all. He is just one of the phenomena I am going to observe. He seems to me a very fine young man. However,' I added, 'since you have mentioned last night I will admit that I thought he rather tantalised you. He played with your suspense.' 'Why, he came at the last just to please me,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint. I was silent a moment. 'Are you sure it was for your sake?' 'Ah, perhaps it was for yours!' 'When he went out on the balcony with that girl perhaps she asked him to come,' I continued. 'Perhaps she did. But why should he do everything she asks him?' 'I don't know yet, but perhaps I shall know later. Not that he will tell me--for he will never tell me anything: he is not one of those who tell.' 'If she didn't ask him, what you say is a great wrong to her,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint. 'Yes, if she didn't. But you say that to protect Jasper, not to protect her,' I continued, smiling. 'You _are_ cold-blooded--it's uncanny!' my companion exclaimed. 'Ah, this is nothing yet! Wait a while--you'll see. At sea in general I'm awful--I pass the limits. If I have outraged her in thought I will jump overboard. There are ways of asking (a man doesn't need to tell a woman that) without the crude words.' 'I don't know what you suppose between them,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint. 'Nothing but what was visible on the surface. It transpired, as the newspapers say, that they were old friends.' 'He met her at some promiscuous party--I asked him about it afterwards. She is not a person he could ever think of seriously.' 'That's exactly what I believe.' 'You don't observe--you imagine,' Mrs. Nettlepoint pursued.' How do you reconcile her laying a trap for Jasper with her going out to Liverpool on an errand of love?' 'I don't for an instant suppose she laid a trap; I believe she acted on the impulse of the moment. She is going out to Liverpool on an errand of marriage; that is not necessarily the same thing as an errand of love, especially for one who happens to have had a personal impression of the gentleman she is engaged to.' 'Well, there are certain decencies which in such a situation the most abandoned of her sex would still observe. You apparently judge her capable--on no evidence--of violating them.' 'Ah, you don't understand the shades of things,' I rejoined. 'Decencies and violations--there is no need for such heavy artillery! I can perfectly imagine that without the least immodesty she should have said to Jasper on the balcony, in fact if not in words--"I'm in dreadful spirits, but if you come I shall feel better, and that will be pleasant for you too."' 'And why is she in dreadful spirits?' 'She isn't!' I replied, laughing. 'What is she doing?' 'She is walking with your son.'