“Thank you, sir,” said the clerk. “I trust everything will be quite satisfactory. I'm sorry the young lady did not take the Slazenger, but the one she chose is not at all bad.” I was on my way to the door. I stopped and turned. “Is the--the what is it--'Slazenger' so much better?” I asked. “Oh, very much so, sir. Infinitely better, sir. Here it is; judge for yourself. The very best racket made. And only thirty-two shillings, sir.” It was a better racket, much better. And, after all, when one is hanging principle the execution may as well be complete. “You may give me that one instead of the other,” I said, and paid the difference. On my arrival at the rectory Hephzy met me at the door. The between-maid took the packages from the trap. I entered the drawing-room and Hephzy followed me. She looked very grave. “Frances is here, I suppose,” I said. “Yes, she came an hour ago. Doctor Bayliss, the younger one, brought her in his auto. She hardly spoke to me, Hosy, and went straight to her room. Hosy, what happened? What is the matter?” “Nothing,” said I, curtly. “Nothing unusual, that is. I made a fool of myself once more, that's all.” The between-maid knocked and entered. “Where would you wish the parcels, sir?” she asked. “These are Miss Morley's. Take them to her room.” The maid retired to obey orders. Hephzy again turned to me. “Now, Hosy, what is it?” she asked. I told her the whole story. When I had finished Hephzy nodded understandingly. She did not say “I told you so,” but if she had it would have been quite excusable. “I think--I think, perhaps, I had better go up and see her,” she said. “All right. I have no objection.” “But she'll ask questions, of course. What shall I tell her?” “Tell her I changed my mind. Tell her--oh, tell her anything you like. Don't bother me. I'm sick of the whole business.” She left me and I went into the Reverend Cole's study and closed the door. There were books enough there, but the majority of them were theological works or bulky volumes dealing with questions of religion. Most of my own books were in my room. These did not appeal to me; I was not religiously inclined just then. So I sat dumbly in the rector's desk chair and looked out of the window. After a time there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” said I, expecting Hephzy. It was not Hephzy who came, however, but Miss Morley herself. And she closed the door behind her. I did not speak. She walked over and stood beside me. I did not know what she was going to say and the expression did not help me to guess. For a moment she did not say anything. Then: “So you changed your mind,” she said. “Yes.” “Why?” “I don't know.” “You don't know. Yet you changed it.” “Yes. Oh yes, I changed it.” “But why? Was it--was it because you were ashamed of yourself?” “I guess so. As much that as anything.” “You realize that you treated me shamefully. You realize that?” “Yes,” wearily. “Yes, I realize everything.”