She looked round at him, open-eyed; not, apparently, that she exactly supposed he was jesting, for the expression of such a desire was not necessarily facetious; but as if he must have spoken with an ulterior motive. In fact, he had spoken from the simplest of motives. The girl beside him pleased him unspeakably, and, suspecting that her charm was essentially her own and not reflected from social circumstance, he wished to give himself the satisfaction of contrasting her with the meagre influences of her education. Miss Garland’s second movement was to take him at his word. “Since you are free to do as you please, why don’t you go there?” “I am not free to do as I please now. I have offered your cousin to bear him company to Europe, he has accepted with enthusiasm, and I cannot retract.” “Are you going to Europe simply for his sake?” Rowland hesitated a moment. “I think I may almost say so.” Miss Garland walked along in silence. “Do you mean to do a great deal for him?” she asked at last. “What I can. But my power of helping him is very small beside his power of helping himself.” For a moment she was silent again. “You are very generous,” she said, almost solemnly. “No, I am simply very shrewd. Roderick will repay me. It ‘s an investment. At first, I think,” he added shortly afterwards, “you would not have paid me that compliment. You distrusted me.” She made no attempt to deny it. “I did n’t see why you should wish to make Roderick discontented. I thought you were rather frivolous.” “You did me injustice. I don’t think I ‘m that.” “It was because you are unlike other men--those, at least, whom I have seen.” “In what way?” “Why, as you describe yourself. You have no duties, no profession, no home. You live for your pleasure.” “That ‘s all very true. And yet I maintain I ‘m not frivolous.”