But that night, when she followed him to the door, she looked him searchingly in the eyes. “I wonder if you really do despise me, Bartley?” she asked. “Certainly,” he answered, with a jesting smile. “What for?” “For showing out my feelings so. For not even trying to pretend not to care everything for you.” “It wouldn't be any use your trying: I should know that you did, anyway.” “Oh, don't laugh, Bartley, don't laugh! I don't believe that I ought to. I've heard that it makes people sick of you. But I can't help it,--I can't help it! And if--if you think I'm always going to be so,--and that I'm going to keep on getting worse and worse, and making you so unhappy, why, you'd better break your engagement now--while you have a chance.” “What have you been making me unhappy about, I should like to know? I thought I'd been having a very good time.” She hid her face against his breast. “It almost _killed_ me to see you there with her. I was so cold,--my hands were half frozen, holding the reins,--and I was so afraid of the colt I didn't know what to do; and I had been keeping up my courage on your account; and you seemed so long about it all; and she could have got in perfectly well--as well as her mother did--without your help--” Her voice broke in a miserable sob, and she clutched herself tighter to him. He smoothed down her hair with his hand. “Why, Marsh! Did you think that made me unhappy? _I_ didn't mind it a bit. I knew what the trouble was, at the time; but I wasn't going to say anything. I knew you would be all right as soon as you could think it over. You don't suppose I care anything for that girl?” “No,” answered a rueful sob. “But I _wish_ you didn't have anything to do with her. I know she'll make trouble for you, somehow.” “Well,” said Bartley, “I can't very well turn her off as long as she does her work. But you needn't be worried about making me unhappy. If anything, I rather liked it. It showed how much you _did_ care for me.” He bent toward her, with a look of bright raillery, for the parting kiss. “Now then: once, twice, three times,--and good night it is!” VI.