"Why not?" she protested. "Besides, it is no secret—to anyone with eyes. Come, tell me all about her—and be happy! I wish to interest you; I wish you to interest me; and so let us talk about the only thing that is worth talking about—that is, love. No, there are two things, perhaps—love, and money; but love is so full of surprises; it is the perpetual miracle that no one can understand; it is such a wonderful, unexpected, desperate kind of thing, that it will always be the most interesting. Now!" "Well," said he—for there was something catching in the mad audacity of this young matron—"it must be secret for secret. My story for yours!" She laughed long and heartily—until her merriment brought tears to her eyes. "Why, I’m an old married woman!" she exclaimed. "Ah, I see what your bargain means. You only want to put me off. You think the time and place are not romantic enough; some night—out in mid-Atlantic—with perhaps a moon—and you’ll be more communicative, when you forsake the smoking-room for half-an-hour, and send me a little message to meet you. Very well. Perhaps there are too many people tramping up and down. Shall we have a tramp too? Sitting still so stiffens one. There—can you pull off the rugs, do you think? They’ve swathed me up like a mummy. Now give me your arm; and mind you don’t let me go flying—I’m never steady on my feet for the first day or two." Well, he found the grass-widow a most charming companion—bright, loquacious, and happy, until, indeed, they steamed into the entrance to Cork Harbour. Here, as most of the passengers were going on board the tender, for a scamper ashore, while the ship waited for the mails to arrive, Mrs. de Lara began to look a little wistful. All of a sudden it occurred to him that he ought, if only in common gratitude for her marked condescension, to ask her if she would care to go also. "Oh—Mrs. de Lara," said he, "wouldn’t you like to go ashore, and have a look round Queenstown?" Her face lighted up in an instant; but there was a curious, amused expression in her eyes. "I couldn’t go alone with you, you know," said she. "Why not?" said he. She did not answer that question. "If you like to ask Miss Martinez as well as myself," she continued, "I’m sure we should be delighted—and it would be very kind of you." "Of course I will!" he said—and at once he went off in search of the needful companion. A few minutes thereafter the three of them were on board the tender, along with the rest of this crowd of eager, chattering passengers.