"Sensible? I was never more sensible in my life." He made a long face. "Unfortunate man!" She sighed, as though his condition were utterly hopeless. He laughed. "Miss Bright!" "Mr. Hastings!" "I have been thinking!" "Marvelous!" She seemed like some mocking sprite. "Why don't you ask what I am thinking about?" He seemed provokingly cool. "Because you are just dying to tell me." She was piquant. "I vow I'm not. I won't tell you!" "All right," she returned, quickening her pace. "Really, now, _don't_ you wish to know what I have been thinking about?" He stepped nearer to her. "I'm not the least bit concerned," she answered with airy indifference. "I wouldn't know for anything." "Then I'll tell you. I was just thinking what fun it would be to meet you in society, and have a rattling flirtation with you." "Indeed!" She lifted her head. "You'd find Greek had met Greek." "I've no doubt. That would be the fun of it." "And you might die of a broken heart." Her tone was full of laughter. "That's what I'm doing already." He looked comical. "And you take no pity on me." "You might take a dose of soothing syrup." She looked extremely solicitous. "How extremely kind of you, Miss Bright. But my malady is in the region of the heart. I suspect you think I haven't a heart. But really, Miss Skeptic, a heart happens to be a part of my anatomy." "I thought we were to talk sense," she reminded him. Just then they heard a familiar call, and turning, saw Lord Kelwin hastening towards them. "By George!" he said, breathing hard. "I have been trying to overtake you two for a half mile. You seemed to be having a mighty good time." "Good time?" echoed Kenneth. "Miss Bright has been abusing me all the way." He assumed an injured air. "I have no doubt, Miss Bright, that Mr. Kenneth enjoyed the treatment he received," remarked Lord Kelwin. "Enjoyed it?" Kenneth interjected. "I have been a perfect martyr to feminine cruelty. And would you believe it? Miss Bright has been trying to palm off on me that she is not a daughter of Eve." "You are a veritable son of Adam," she rejoined, gayly. "And to think that I shall have to endure you at dinner!" "You'll have to endure another son of Adam, too," interjected Lord Kelwin, "for I am invited also." At once new light broke in upon Esther. "I believe you are letting the cat out of the bag," she said, "for I am sure this is intended to be a surprise for me. I have a birthday to-day." "A birthday?" Kenneth said. "Let me see--" he said with comic gravity, "--you are getting to be a venerable lady. I presume you'll never see fifty again?" "Oh, I assure you that is altogether too young." Then she turned to Lord Kelwin. "Do you think it proper to suggest such frivolity as a flirtation to one of my advanced years?" "Highly improper. Highly improper," said the Irishman, "but I'd like a hand in such a flirtation myself." He seemed to enjoy the nonsense. "Then there would be two victims."