Why, since the act I had committed had had at least as much of good as of evil in it, should I be hounded thus? Why should trifles accrete to an ancient and hideous memory until it became a corporeal, living, malignant thing? Why should that commonest of experiences, an old rescinded engagement, not, in my case also, be what Evie thought it was--a wound made whole again, or at any rate so hardened over that it could be touched without provoking a sharp scream of pain? It was intolerable.... Oh, never, if you can help it, live in a world without trifles! Evie, at my knee, continued to supplicate. "Oh, darling, I've so, _so_ wanted it to be like it was at first! Do you remember--in Kensington Gardens, sweetheart?" And she turned up those loveliest eyes I ever looked into.... It had been in Kensington Gardens, early on a September evening, that I had asked her to marry me. Our chairs had been so drawn back into the clump of laurels that the man with the tickets had not noticed us, and we ourselves had seen little but a distant corner of the Palace, and, forty yards away across the grass, a dead ash gilded by the setting sun. At the F.B.C. Pepper had just begun to single out his new Jun. Ex. Con. for special jobs, and as a matter of fact I had had a small rise of salary that very week. Little enough it had been; certainly not enough to warrant me in exchanging our footing--one of increasingly frequent calls at Woburn Place and goodness knows how much lingering in likely streets on the chance of a sight of her--for a more explicit relation; but--well, as I say, I had thrust all else recklessly aside, and that evening had asked her to marry me. There are some things that one must needs exaggerate if one is to speak of them at all; so if I say that at first it had seemed to her that my proposal was merely that two bruised spirits should thenceforward make the best of things together, I must leave you to discount that. I don't think she had known clearly what she had felt. The hand I had taken had trembled a little, and in the great dark eyes that had looked steadfastly away to the dead ash I had fancied I had discerned the beginnings of a refusal--a refusal out of mere customariness and a settled acceptance of our former relation. I had fancied that---- But even to the trembler a tremble may speak truer than words, and she had trembled and become conscious of it. For the first time it had occurred to her, sweet soul, that we had been all unconsciously passing from friendship to love, and were now making the discovery together. She had not known that I had never had anything but love from which to pass; and another access of trembling had taken her.... "The last evening you and I had a walk together," she had whispered at last, her eyes still gravely on the pale ash, "we--we didn't think of--this."