There was a sudden crack between Piers' fingers. He looked down hastily, and in a moment displayed three broken ivory fan-sticks to the girl beside him. "I'm horribly sorry, Ina," he said. Ina looked at the damage, and from it to his face of contrition. "You did it on purpose," she said. "I did not," said Piers. "You're very rude," she rejoined. "No, I'm not," he protested. "I'm sorry. I hope you didn't value it for any particular reason. I'll send you another from Paris." She spurned the broken thing with a careless gesture. "Not you! You'd be afraid to." Piers' brows went up. "Afraid?" "Of your grandfather," she said, with a derisive smile. "If he caught you sending anything to me--or to the lady of the meadow--" she paused eloquently. Piers looked grim. "Of course I shall send you a fan if you'll accept it." "How nice of you!" said Ina. "Wouldn't you like to send something for her in the same parcel? I'll deliver it for you--if you'll tell me the lady's address." Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she made the suggestion. Piers frowned yet a moment longer, then laughed back with abrupt friendliness. "Thanks awfully! But I won't trouble you. It's decent of you not to be angry over this. I'll get you a ripping one to make up." Ina nodded. "That'll be quite amusing. Everyone will think that you're really in earnest at last. Poor Dick will be furious when he knows." "You'll probably console him pretty soon," returned Piers. "Think so?" Ina's eyes narrowed a little; she looked at Piers speculatively. "That's what you want to believe, is it?" "I? Of course not!" Piers laughed again. "I never wished any girl engaged yet." "Save one," suggested Ina, and an odd little gleam hovered behind her lashes with the words. "Why won't you tell me her name? You might as well." "Why?" said Piers. "I shall find it out in any case," she assured him. "I know already that she dwells under the Vicar's virtuous roof, and that the worthy Dr. Tudor finds it necessary to drop in every day. I suppose she is the nurse-cook-housekeeper of that establishment." "I say, how clever of you!" said Piers. The girl laughed carelessly. "Isn't it? I've studied her in church--and you too, my cavalier. I don't believe you have ever attended so regularly before, have you? Did she ever tell you her age?" "Never," said Piers. "I wonder," said Ina coolly. And then rather suddenly she rose. "Piers, if I'm a prying cat, you're a hard-mouthed mule! There! Why can't you admit that you're in love with her?" Piers faced her with no sign of surprise. "Why don't you tell me that you're in love with Guyes?" he said. "Because it wouldn't be true!" She flung back her answer with a laugh that sounded unaccountably bitter. "I have yet to meet the man who is worth the trouble." "Oh, really!" said Piers. "Don't flatter us more than you need! I'm sorry for Guyes myself. If he weren't so keen on you, it's my belief you'd like him better."