"I am glad you have come down to my birthday dinner," she said, thankful to be able to say anything. "I am highly honoured, I am sure. Shall we go outside? I hope you prefer it out there. I never stay in the house if I can help it." "Oh, I much prefer to be out." They sat facing each other in two of the wicker chairs. He was a man skilled in woman, and he divined her shyness and apprehension. He talked lightly for some time, making her feel that politeness compelled her to be silent and listen. She raised her eyes after a time and looked at him. He was, perhaps, thirty-five, possibly more. He looked older and at the same time younger. His shaven chin and lips were sternly cut. His face was thin, his nose arched and fine, his skin and hair neutral in tint. The only colouring about him was in his eyes. They were very blue and deeply set under rather scraggy brows. Magdalena noted that they had a peculiarly penetrating regard, and that they did not smile with the lips. The latter, when not smiling, looked grim and forbidding, and there was a deep line on either side of the mouth. Her memory turned to Colonel Belmont, and the night she had studied his profile. There was an indefinable resemblance between the two men. Then she realised how old-fashioned and worn Belmont was beside this trim elegant man, who, with no exaggeration of manner, treated her with a deference and attention which had no doubt been his habitual manner with the greatest ladies in Europe. "Shall you be in California long?" she asked suddenly. "That is what I am trying to decide. I had heard so much of your California that I came out with a half-formed idea of buying a little place and settling down for the rest of my days." "The Mark Smith place is for sale," she answered quickly. "It has only two acres, but they are cultivated, and the house is very pretty." "Your father told me about it; but although Menlo is very beautiful, it seems to have one drawback. I am very fond of rowing, sailing, and fishing, and there is no water." "There is if you go far enough. The bay is not so very far away, and I have heard that there is salmon-fishing back in the mountains. And Mr. Washington and Uncle Jack Belmont often go duck and snipe shooting down on the marsh." She stopped with a shortening of the breath. She had not made such a long speech since Helena left. He sat forward eagerly. "You interest me deeply," he said. "I am very much inclined to buy the place. I shall certainly think of it." "But you--surely--you would rather be--live--in Europe. We are very old-fashioned out here." The expression about his mouth deepened. "I should like to think that I might spend the rest of my days with a fishing-rod or a gun." "But you have been at courts!" He laughed. "I have, and I hope I may never see another." "And--and you are young."