It was easier for Jacqueline to assure herself that she would discourage Merrington’s obvious attentions than it was in fact possible for her to do so. With every meeting she was finding it harder to hold her own against him. It was his imperturbable good nature that defeated her. If she could have provoked him to anger or even to moodiness, she would have found it easier to forgive his original offense. Moreover, underlying all of the determined deference of his bearing to her, there was that which brought an undefined thrill of fear, that touch of primitive mastery in his wooing with which a man of strong virility may yet transfuse his personality through the pallid conventions of the centuries. It was but a small consolation that she could still deny him the invitation to call upon her at her father’s house, without which even so frequent an intercourse as theirs had become remained but a street acquaintance. Things had reached this pass when, one Saturday afternoon, Jacqueline found herself threading her way among the crowds that packed the station awaiting the incoming trains from New York, bringing their loads of week-end guests. As she wedged her way to the front, a little bewildered by the jam, she espied Merrington’s broad shoulders at the outermost edge of the crowd. At the same instant he saw her, and in a moment was beside her. “This is worse than the breakers,” he said, with a nod of his capped head at the surging crowd, “and almost as dangerous, and, of course, you are to be found at the outer verge.” “Do you think they all have friends coming? What an elastic place it is!” “Mere idle curiosity brings many of them, a summer idleness to see new faces. It brought me.” “I came to meet a cousin,” she said, a little sharply. “Then I shall be handy with bag and baggage. Even in these days, I believe, ladies carry things when they travel.” Jacqueline looked at his gray eyes with an expression that baffled him. At length she spoke. “My cousin happens to be a man. He doubtless will carry the regulation dress-suit case, which he is quite able to manage himself.” Merrington let her irony pass unnoticed. “How little you have allowed me to learn about you,” he said, holding her sunshade so as to break the glare in her eyes, “and we have known each other--how long?” “Over two weeks,” she replied, instantly, and then shut her lips tight, coloring crimson. “And it seems to me for always. Do you think time has anything to do with feelings of intimacy?” “Oh, yes. There is the summer-time intimacy which the cool weather and return to town put an end to.” She leaned past him with regained composure, looking down the cinder-strewn tracks, over the shining rails of which heat devils shimmered upward. “You are thinking of the summer girl and her beaux,” he said, softly. “I wasn’t.” “Neither was I.” “Tell me about your cousin,” he asked, demurely. “Isn’t it strange that you and Peggie should both have cousins?”