He touched her hand reassuringly. "She has told me that she is not marrying me for love, if that is what you are trying to say. She has given me to understand, quite conscientiously, that she is merely accepting the opportunities I can offer her--I, a dull, middle-aged, dyspeptic don in a backwater college!" he chuckled. "But," he added--and the glow in his eyes was quite boyish--"I have had occasion to observe in Jemima certain symptoms--a proprietary interest in my belongings, for instance, my rooms, my welfare, my health, my--er--personal appearance--which lead me to believe that her regard for me is not entirely intellectual. In fact, I know rather more about Jemima's inner workings, so to speak, than she knows herself. One is not a psychologist for nothing! The--er--the tender passion manifests itself in various ways. Some women love with their emotions, as it were; some, God bless them! with their capable hands and brains." Kate was deeply touched. "Perhaps you're right, Jim. I hope so, my dear. I do hope so!" Jacqueline received the news of her sister's engagement with shouts of glee. "What a joke on you, Mummy! _What_ a joke! Old Faithful carried off under your very nose, by your own child! And Jemmy, of all people! That's the way she did to that young man at Goddy's party. Good old Jemmy! When she warms up, I tell you she can trot a heat with the best." "Jacky, hush!" Kate laughed despite herself. "You're getting too big to use that stable-talk. You would suppose Jemima had actually tried to entice him out of my clutches!" "And didn't she, didn't she just? Why, you blessed innocent, she's had this up her sleeve for some time! I _thought_ she was being mighty attentive to Goddy, teaching him to dance, and making him ties and all--only it never occurred to me she'd want--this!--Gracious!" she said, suddenly grave, "you don't suppose she kisses him, Mummy?" "I hope so, dear. Why not? You've kissed him often enough yourself." "And shall again, the funny old lamb! But not that way. Ugh!" Mrs. Kildare winced to realize how far the education of her youngest had proceeded without her supervision. Jacqueline's volatile thoughts had taken a new direction. "That means Jemmy is going away to live. 'Way off to Lexington." Kate sighed. "Farther than that, if I know Jemima." "Then," said the girl, slowly, "when--if--I ever go away, you'd be here all alone, Mummy!"