"Yes," replied Helen, passionately. "And he's awful, and I hate him, and I won't--I just won't." "I think you're absolutely right," Gladwin agreed with her. "Oh, you do?" cried the delighted Helen. Then, turning triumphantly upon her cousin she exclaimed: "There!" But Sadie's one idea did not include Mr. Hogg. She considered the elopement as a separate matter in which Mr. Hogg was in no way involved, wherefore she said: "But you've only known Mr. Gladwin two weeks." "I know," retorted Helen, "but I've loved him for four years." "You've loved Travers Gladwin four years," said that young man in a voice hollow with wonder. "And only known him two weeks," cut in Whitney Barnes. "By Jove, he must be one of those retroactive soul-mates." "I've loved him four years," said Helen stiffly. "You've loved him four years in two weeks," said Barnes in the tone of one trying to do a sum. "I give up. I can't do it." Helen faced the heretic Barnes and announced impressively: "Ever since the time he so bravely risked his own life to save that girl. It was splendid, noble!" Travers Gladwin decided it was time to call a halt on the borrowing proclivities of the unknown double. It was bad enough for some one to appropriate his name, but also to take unto his bogus self the glory of the real one's heroism was too much. "You mean that time at Narragansett?" he opened. "Yes," said Helen. "Four years ago when he dashed into the roaring surf"---- "Yes, and fished out a cross-eyed colored lady," said Gladwin hotly. "That's just it," returned Helen with flashing eyes and heaving bosom. "If she had been beautiful or some one dear to him, it wouldn't have been half so noble. Oh, it was fine of him!" "And he told you about that?" asked Gladwin, numbed for the moment. "No, he didn't. He's much too modest. I knew of it the day it happened, and he has been my ideal ever since. But would you believe it, when I first spoke to him about it he could hardly remember it. Imagine doing such a brave thing, and then forgetting all about it." "Oh, I've forgotten lots of such things," said the unrecognized hero. Helen's lips curled with scorn. "Yes," the young man was stung to go on, "and what Travers Gladwin did wasn't brave at all." "What!" Helen gasped. "She was so fat she couldn't sink," derided Gladwin, "so I swam out to her." "Yes," bubbled over the young man, overjoyed at the opportunity of discounting his own heroism, "I swam out to her. I told her to lie on her back and float. Well, she did, and I"---- "You!" "Why, yes--er--you see, I was with him. He pushed her to shore. Simplest thing in the world." Helen rose angrily. There was both indignation and reproach in her voice. "It's shameful to try and belittle his courage, and you say you're his dearest friend." She paused for a moment, then went closer to the young man and said in a different tone: