"Suppose I should say," the girl began, looking out of the window, "that in the restaurant you aroused my curiosity, that in the cellars my admiration was stirred, that the frank manner in which you expressed your regard for me to--to the burglar--awakened--" "What?" I cried eagerly. "Nothing. It was merely a supposition." "Hang it; I _do_ love you!" "Are you still the Capuchin, or simply Mr. Comstalk?" "I have laid aside all masks, even that which hides the heart." She turned and looked me steadily in the eyes. "Well?" said I. "If I took you on--on approval, what in the world should I do with you in case you should not suit my needs?" "You could return me," said I laughing. But she didn't.