'Does he? I always thought he was a very sensible young man, and now I am sure of it. Well, I must not stay here gossiping with you on business. I see the professor is going to finish, and so I shall have to look after my other guests. If I don't see you again this evening, or have no opportunity of speaking with you, think over what I have said.' And then, with the most charming hypocrisy, the young woman thanked the professor for the music to which she had not listened in the least. 'Well, how did you enjoy yourself?' said Wentworth when they had got outside again. It was a clear, starlight night, and they had resolved to walk home together. 'I enjoyed myself very well indeed,' answered Kenyon; 'much better than I expected. It was a little awkward at first, but I got over that.' 'I noticed you did--with help.' 'Yes, "with help."' 'If you are inclined to rave, John, now that we are under the stars, remember I am a close confidant, and a sympathetic listener. I should like to hear you rave, just to learn how an exasperatingly sensible man acts under the circumstances.' 'I shall not rave about anything, George, but I will tell you something. I am going to Canada.' 'Ah, did she speak about that?' 'She did.' 'And of course her advice at once decides the matter, after my most cogent arguments have failed?' 'Don't be offended, George, but--_it does_.' CHAPTER XXXI. 'What name, please?' 'Tell Mr. Wentworth a lady wishes to see him.' The boy departed rather dubiously, for he knew this message was decidedly irregular in a business office. People should give their names. 'A lady to see you, sir,' he said to Wentworth; and, then, just as the boy had expected, his employer wanted to know the lady's name. Ladies are not frequent visitors at the office of an accountant in the City, so Wentworth touched his collar and tie to make sure they were in their correct position, and, wondering who the lady was, asked the boy to show her in. 'How do you do, Mr. Wentworth?' she said brightly, advancing towards his table and holding out her hand. Wentworth caught his breath, and took her extended hand somewhat limply, then he pulled himself together; saying: 'This is an unexpected pleasure, Miss Brewster.' Jennie blushed very prettily, and laughed a laugh that Wentworth thought was like a little ripple of music from a mellow flute. 'It may be unexpected,' she said, 'but you don't look a bit like a man suffering from an overdose of pure joy. You didn't expect to see me, did you?' 'I did not; but now that you are here, may I ask in what way I can serve you?' 'Well, in the first place, you may ask me to take a chair, and in the second place you may sit down yourself; for I've come to have a long talk with you.'