"It must be that he does not know," Eve thought; "whatever his faults, hypocrisy is not one of them." But this only made him the more terrible to her--a man who could change so unconsciously into a savage. "Granting the jolliness, I wish you would ask Cicely," she said; "do it for my sake. I am lonely, I shall grow lonelier. It would be everything to me to have him." "Of course you will grow lonelier," said Ferdie. He turned towards her, leaning on his elbow. "Come, let me advise you; don't be a forlorn old maid. All women ought to marry; it is much better for them." "Are they then so sure to be happy?" asked Eve, sarcastically. "Of course they are.--The nice ones." Eve looked at him. "Even when married to brutes?--to madmen?" "Oh, you wouldn't select a brute. As for the madmen, they are locked up," answered Ferdie, comfortably. Eve rose. "I don't know what I shall say next--if I stay here," was her thought. "I wish you knew my brother Paul," remarked Ferdie as he lifted himself from the sand. "_I_ can't argue with you, _I_ can't put you down" (his smile as he said "put you down" was wonderfully sweet). "But he could--Paul could; and what's more, he would, too! He hates a woman who goes on as you do." "Your brother lives in Canada, I believe?" said Eve, coldly. "Canada?--what gave you that idea? He loathes Canada. He has charge of a mine on Lake Superior. He has always worked tremendously hard, poor old Paul! I have never approved of it, such a steady grind as that." "What is the name of the place?" "Port aux Pins; called by the natives Potterpins. Are you thinking of going there?" "I may," Eve answered. Her tone was defiant in spite of herself; what did she care for Port aux Pins and his brother, save for their connection with his wretched self? They had begun to walk towards home; Dilsey was in advance with Jack. "I beg you to urge Cicely to let me have him," Eve began again, her eyes resting on Jack's little wagon. "You have made up your mind to ask a favor of me; you must want it terribly," Ferdie responded. He took off his hat and let the breeze blow over his forehead. "I will do what I can for you. Of course we cannot, Cicely and I, give up her child to you entirely; but he might live with you for part of the year, as you desire it so much. My intention is to go back to Valparaiso; I like the life there, and I shall make it my home; there are excellent houses to be had, I have one in view at this moment. Later, of course, Cicely would wish her boy to come to her there. But in the meantime, while he is still so young--yes, I will do what I can for you; you may count upon me." "Thanks," answered Eve. Her words were humble, but she did not look humble as she spoke them; Ferdie with his favors and his good-nature seemed to her more menacing than ever.