A glitter under the tilted hat had unconsciously rebuked an unconscious liberty; yet once this man had begged this woman to marry him, and once she had practically said she would but for the burden on her soul. Ceremony, at least, they had foregone of old. Was it merely her new lease of error that had come between them of late months? He was beginning to ask himself the question when she broke in with one of her own: "What enemies do you mean, Doctor Dollar?" "We are not to speak of two years ago." "Croucher!" She shuddered almost like a law-abiding lady. "I haven't heard of him since that night in the train." "I said you wouldn't But I also said, if you remember, that Croucher was only deadly as a tool. Well, he has fallen into the deadliest hands I know--that's all." It was not, and Lady Vera knew that it was not. The angle of her hat was all amicable attention now, and her eyes shone clear of the brim, with a softer light that made her all at once incredible in her latest incarnation. Dollar's feelings flew back into his face; she read them with a smile that made him wince, by its cynical resemblance to one or two that still enriched his dreams. "You think I'm as bad as any of them," she divined aloud. "I think the crime of arson is worse than most crimes," he made sturdy answer, standing up to the little body with the strangest difficulty, as though he were the culprit and she the man. "It's a thing absolutely nothing on earth can possibly excuse. I think you'd have died rather than descend to it--two years ago!" He had heard a step behind him, and lowered his voice; but Lady Vera raised hers as a burly form halted shyly on the threshold; and her tone was like none that she had taken hitherto. "Two years ago," she declaimed, "women had not been treated quite so shabbily as they have been since. Then this miserable Government--" "Look you here!" blustered Dale-Bulmer, striding out of his shyness into the center of the stage. "Two years ago," she reiterated for his benefit, "it wasn't war to the handle of the knife! Now it would be fire and sword, if we were any good with the sword; as we are not, it's simply fire!" "You really think you can burn your way to political power?" cried the man of extremes, with ungovernable indignation. "Political existence is all we ask." "As a first instalment! I know you! I come from a country where you started just like that!" "As you told your audience the other night, if you are Mr. Dale-Bulmer," said Lady Vera, with an explosive little sigh. "I am; and for that I'm to have a house like this burned to the ground; and you ladies think that's the way to advance your cause, to prove your value to the State! Well, I suppose you know your own business best. It's no use reasoning with you; but it really is enough to set one off, after what I caught you doing down-stairs." "I wish to goodness you hadn't caught me," cried Lady Vera, with quite extraordinary simplicity.