For example, he was interested in other things besides his motor-cars. He read, thought even, and was somewhat interested in other people’s mental processes,--a thing which Kate quite overlooked in her flash of jealousy, for Kate had been obliged to admit to herself that, if the signs spoke truly and Noel were really in love with Carolina, it would be a melancholy thing for her to face. "But I’m game!" she often said to herself. "I won’t give up the fight until I have to. Then, if I get left, I won’t howl." There were several things in Kate’s favour. First, Carolina showed no symptoms of being in love with Noel, although she must know that she could have him if she wanted him. Second, but this thought gave her almost the same discomfort as if Carolina should fancy St. Quentin, Carolina was in a fair way to become violently interested in another man,--Colonel Yancey. The thought of how this news would stir Noel brought such a colour into Kate’s cheeks that Noel, turning his eyes for the fraction of a second from the wheel, said: "Motoring becomes you, Kate." "I-it’s more than I can s-say for y-you, then," she answered. "You look like a burglar in that mask." "Now sit tight," said St. Quentin, "I’m going to let her out a little here." Noel’s idea of letting her out a little was more than Kate’s nerves could stand. She touched Noel’s arm imploringly and he obediently slowed up. Kate could hardly get her breath. "Wasn’t that fine?" asked St. Quentin. "It was s-simply devilish. I’d rather travel in a wheelbarrow. It g-gives you more time for the scenery." "You are just like Carolina. She hates racing. She likes to jog along about like this." Kate leaned over and looked at the speedometer. They were going at the rate of thirty miles an hour. "P-poor Carolina!" said Kate, mockingly. "How old-fashioned we both are!" Noel laughed and slowed up a little more. "There, is that better?" he asked, with the toleration a man shows when he is fond of a woman. "Yes, now I can tell the trees from the telegraph-poles. A m-moment ago I thought the r-road was fenced." "What is Carolina up to these days? I haven’t seen her for over a fortnight," said St. Quentin. Kate reluctantly admired him for being so honest about it. Most men would have tried to come at it from around the corner. Nevertheless, she wanted to carry out her original purpose. "She goes to the hospital every day." "The hospital? What for?" "Oh, haven’t you heard? Then I have some news for you." Kate smiled with wicked enjoyment. Noel was now about to receive a dose of his own medicine, and she was to administer it. She viciously hoped it was in her power to make him as uncomfortable over Colonel Yancey as he made her about Carolina.