"You have torn my summer's work to flinders," she said, sullenly, looking down at a bit of charcoal she was grinding into the rug beneath her feet. He was aghast. "Don't say that, I beg of you! Good Heavens! don't let my preachment discourage you. You see, I have two or three hobbies, and when I am once mounted I'm sure to ride right over somebody's garden wall." He rose and approached her. "I shall never forgive myself if I have taken away the smallest degree of your enthusiasm. My aim--if I had an aim--was to help you to understand my people, so that when you come out next summer--" "All that is ended now," she said, sombrely. "I shall attempt no more Indian work!" This silenced him. He took time to consider what this sudden depression on her part meant. As he studied her he saw her lip quiver, and anxiety suddenly left him. His tone was laughter-filled as he called: "Come, now, Miss Brisbane, you're making game of me by taking my criticisms so solemnly. I can see a smile twitching your lips this moment. Look at me!" She looked up and broke into a laugh. He joined in with her, but a flush rose to his face. "You fooled me completely. I reckon you should have been an actress instead of a painter." She sobered a little. "Really, I _was_ depressed for a moment. Your tone was so terribly destructive. Shall we go down?" "Not till you say you'll forgive me and forget my harangue." She gave him her hand. "I'll forgive you, but I'm going to remember the harangue. I--rather liked it. It made me think. Strange to say, I like people who make me think." Again his heart leaped with the blood of exultant youth. "She is coming to understand me better!" he thought. "You must see my other pictures by daylight," she was saying. "Mr. Lawson likes this one particularly." They had moved out into the little reception-room. "I did it in Giverney--we all go down sooner or later to paint one of Monet's pollard willows. These are my 'stunts.'" Lawson! Yes, there was the secret of her increasing friendliness. As the fiancee of Lawson she could afford to lessen her reserve towards his friend. And so it happened that, notwithstanding her cordial welcome and her respectful consideration of his criticism, he went away with a feeling of disappointment. That her beauty was more deeply enthralling than he had hitherto realized made his disquiet all the greater. As he stepped out upon the street, she seemed as insubstantial as a dream of his imaginative youth, far separated from any reality with which he had any durable association. X CURTIS AT HEADQUARTERS Curtis was frankly exclamatory at the size and splendor of Lawson's apartments. He had accepted the invitation to take breakfast with him without much thought as to the quality of the breakfast or where it would be eaten, until he found himself entering the hall of a superb apartment hotel.