"_Do_ it, Mrs. Lascelles! What is there I wouldn't do for you? I wish you--you'd ask me to do something dangerous, or difficult, or--or impossible even! You'd see there's something in me, then, and perhaps you'd think better of me than you do now." "Think better!" she repeated gaily. "Upon my word, I wonder what you'd have! But I don't want you to do anything impossible, no, nor even disagreeable. On the contrary, I should say it would be very pleasant. I want you to--to flirt a little with Miss Hallaton--there!" "Mrs. Lascelles!" was all he said, but something in his tone caused her to laugh rather nervously, and quicken her pace as she continued: "Oh! it's nothing to make a fuss about, and you needn't look so reproachful! Miss Hallaton is a very nice girl, and very pretty. I'm sure everybody thinks so, though she hasn't quite colour enough for my taste. You know you admire her, Mr. Goldthred, and why should you mind telling her so?" "But I _don't_!" persisted Goldthred, in a great heat and fuss. "Can't you see, Mrs. Lascelles? Is it not plain?" She made no scruple of interrupting him. "Then you _must_!" she insisted, tying a white rose deftly in amongst its blushing sisters. "You needn't be _too_ much in earnest, you know, but I wish you to pay a little attention to Miss Hallaton, for reasons of my own. If you're very good I'll tell you what they are." Oh! cool and crafty spider! Oh! silly struggling fly! Blue-eyed spider in muslin and ribbons, fresh, smiling, radiant as morning. Helpless fly in tweed and broadcloth, wondering, blundering, blind as midnight. The fly buzzed a faint affirmative, and the spider went on. "The fact is, Mr. Goldthred, you see you're a good deal with us, and I'm sure we're always delighted to have you. Both Jin and I like you very much. Jin says you are the only pleasant _young_ man she knows. But the world _will_ talk, and--and--people are beginning to make remarks. I'm almost old enough to be your mother. Well; you needn't contradict one so flat. You know what I mean, you men are so much younger of your age than us poor women. But that makes no difference. One can't be too careful. Now if you were seen making up a little to Helen,--and she is a very charming girl, I assure you,--it would stop all their mouths. They say very disagreeable things as it is, and one must do _something_. I shouldn't like to think you were never to come and see me any more."