"Nothing but a cigarette," muttered Tennant. "I'll go out to the gate if you--" He hesitated. "They generally sell peanuts out there," he added, vaguely. "Squirrels adore peanuts," she murmured, caressing the squirrel, who had begun fearlessly snooping into her lap. Tennant, enchanted at the tacit commission, started off at a pace that brought him to the gate and back again before he could arrange his own disordered thoughts. She was reading when he returned, and she cooled his enthusiasm with a stare of surprise. "The squirrel? Oh, I'm sure I don't know where that squirrel has gone. Did you really go all the way to the gate for peanuts to stuff that overfed squirrel?" He looked at the four paper bags, opened one of them, and stirred the nuts with his hand. "What shall I do with them?" he asked. Then, and neither ever knew exactly why, she began to laugh. The first laugh was brief; an oppressive silence followed--then she laughed again; and as he grew redder and redder, she laughed the most deliciously fresh peal of laughter he had ever heard. "This is dreadful!" she said. "I should never have come alone to the Park! You should never have dared to speak to me. All we need to do now is to eat those peanuts, and you have all the material for a picture of courtship below-stairs! Oh, dear, and the worst part of it all is that I laugh!" "If you'd let me sit down," he said, "I'd complete the picture and eat peanuts." "You dare not!" He seated himself, opened a paper bag, and deliberately cracked and ate a nut. "Horrors! and disillusion! The idol of the public--munching peanuts!" "You ought to try one," he said. She stood it for a while; but the saving grace of humour warned her of her peril, and she ate a peanut. "To save my face," she explained. "But I didn't suppose you were capable of it." "As a matter of fact," he said, tranquilly, "a man can do anything in this world if he only does it thoroughly and appears to enjoy himself. I've seen the Prince Regent of Boznovia sitting at the window of the Crown Regiment barracks arrayed in his shirt-sleeves and absorbing beer and pretzels." "But _he_ was the Prince Regent!" "And I'm Tennant." "According to that philosophy you are at liberty to eat fish with your knife." "But I don't want to." "But suppose you did want to?" "That is neither philosophy nor logic," he insisted; "that is speculation. May I offer you a stick of old-fashioned circus candy flavored with wintergreen?" "You may," she said, accepting it. "If there is any lower depth I may attain, I'm sure you will suggest it." "I'll try," he said. Their eyes met for an instant; then hers were lowered. Squirrels came in troops; she fed the little, fat scamps to repletion, and the green lawn was dotted with squirrels all busily burying peanuts for future consumption. A brilliant peacock appeared, picking his way towards them, followed by a covey of imbecile peafowl. She fed them until their crops protruded.