This evening Vane did devote himself to Miss Thomas; and a charming conversation they had. "You are quite different from what I thought you were," she said. "I used to think you were serious and queer." "Really," said Vane; "and what do you think me now?" "At least, I do not think you serious and queer. Certainly, not _serious_." "But I am." "Can that be?" There was a heightened color in her cheek. "As you see me. Will you go to walk with me next Sunday afternoon?" Miss Thomas looked up suddenly with her soft eyes; then as suddenly cast them down again. Vane must have seen that she blushed a little. "Yes." And then, "if you do not leave Fifth Avenue," she added. "After that I shall certainly ask you to go into the Park," he said. "You had better not--at least not before the Sunday afternoon--or I will not go with you at all," laughed Miss Baby, roguishly. Vane bent and took her hand for a moment; as it hung among the orange leaves in the conservatory. Then he bowed and left her without an apology. She did not draw her hand away; and as Vane looked back at her from the door she was, this time, blushing violently. Vane himself walked home in a somewhat agitated frame of mind, and went to sleep; and when he woke up in the morning, he discovered that he was very much in love with Baby Thomas. This discovery caused him more surprise than disapproval; and yet he felt bound to confess himself a good deal of a fool. He thought of it several times during the day, in the intervals of business, and not without considerable mental invective. However, as he walked home in the afternoon, he became less out of humor with himself. She certainly was a very charming girl, and well worth winning. At all events it was pleasant to be in love with her. He expected to see her that evening, and the prospect gave him a great deal of happiness, not without a slight seasoning of excitement, that made quite a novel enjoyment in his life. Certainly, he reflected, he was very much in love. It was surprising how it had grown in the night--like Jack and his bean-stalk. However, he saw no particular reason why he should try to cut it down. Perhaps he secretly doubted whether he could do so if he chose; and the doubt was agreeable. Miss Thomas was not at the party that evening; and Vane found himself a little uneasy in consequence. He left early, and went to see John Haviland. "John," said he, "I am in love with Miss Thomas." "Many of us have been through that," said John, calmly; "it is not fatal." "But," said Vane, "my constitution may be more delicate. I am not a hide-bound rhinoceros." "Neither," said John, "am I." And he defended the aspersion upon his epidermis with a quadrupedal sigh. "But I want to marry her." "That is also a symptom. You need not do it, however." "What do you know against her?" "Nothing; but Ten Eyck has rather too heavy a prior mortgage." "I don't care for Ten Eyck." "The question is, whether she does."