It seemed to her that there was any amount of rough material of lovers available within easy reach this particular afternoon. “After leaving here an hour ago,” he said, “I had a rather important call to make, so I didn’t make it but went for a long walk instead--I think I must have walked four or five miles and I don’t think I kept my pace down as I should have, considering the day it is.” “Well?” she said when he paused. “Well, Mr. Winwood?” “Well, you see I was bent on thinking out something, and I thought it out, and I have come back to you, you see, because you are, I think, disposed to be friendly to me and I know that you are her closest friend--that is why I ventured to come back to you.” “Yes--yes,” she said slowly and with a liberal space between each utterance of the word. “Yes; but--what is the matter? What have I to say to--to--whatever it is?” “I must really try to tell you,” said he. “Yes, the fact is, I hope you will not think me impudent, but it is a serious matter to me. I have--that is, I wish to--Miss Severn, I am, as you know, a stranger here. I do not know many people, and I have no means of finding out--except through you--what I should very much like to know. You see I don’t want to make too great a fool of myself altogether; that is why I hope you will not think me impudent when I ask you if you can tell me if--if--Miss West is engaged to marry some one. You can well believe, I am sure, that when I saw her for the first time--when I saw her here to-day, it seemed to me quite impossible that such a girl--so beautiful--so gracious--so womanly, should remain free. It seemed quite impossible that no one should wish--but of course though every one who sees her must feel how--how she stands alone--she would not lightly think of giving her promise--in short--I---- Yes, I believe that I have said all that I wished to say. I have said it badly, I know; but perhaps I have made myself moderately clear to you--clear enough for you to give me an answer.” He had seated himself close to her and had bent forward, turning his hat over and over between his hands and showing himself to be far from self-possessed while stammering out his statement. But Amber, although she had never before been made the _confidante_ of a man, and although she had just passed through a curious experience of her own, felt, so soon as it dawned on her that the man beside her was in love with Josephine, both interested and became more than sympathetic. The pleasure she experienced so soon as she became aware of the fact that it was not to herself he was about to offer himself as the rough material of a lover, after the fashion of the day, caused her to feel almost enthusiastic as she said: