"Ah!" sighed the mature woman, as her guest finally departed, "I'd take all his pains for the possibilities of his joys." Ella had not been mistaken in thinking that she detected a trace of recklessness in Clancy's manner. He had been compelled to believe that Mara was in truth lost to him; that her will and pride would prove stronger than her heart. Indeed, he went so far as to believe that her heart, as far as he was concerned, was not giving her very much trouble. "I fear she has become so morbid and warped by the malign influences that have surrounded her from infancy," he had thought, "that she cannot love as I love. My best hope now is, that when Bodine begins to show his game more clearly, she will remember my words. It's horrible to think that she may develop into a woman like Mrs. Hunter. Until this evening, I have always believed there was a sweet, womanly soul imprisoned in her bosom, but now I don't know what to think. I'll go off to the mountains on the pretence of a fishing excursion, and get my balance again." The following morning had been spent in preparations, and the afternoon, as we have seen, found him at Mrs. Willoughby's. His sore heart and bitter mood were solaced by Miss Ainsley's unmistakable welcome. He knew he did not care for her in any deep and lasting sense, and he much doubted whether her interest in him was greater than that which she had bestowed upon others in the past. But she diverted his thoughts, flattered the self-love which Mara had wounded so ruthlessly, and above all fascinated him by her peculiar beauty and intellectual brilliancy. "Why are you going away?" she asked reproachfully, when they were seated on the balcony. "Oh, I've been working hard. I'm going off to the mountains to fish and rest." "I hope you'll catch cold, and come back again soon." "What a disinterested friend!" "You are thinking only of yourself; why shouldn't I do likewise?" "No, I'm thinking of you." "Of course, at this minute. You'd be apt to think of a lamp-post if you were looking at it." "Please don't put out the sunshine with your brilliancy." "Ironical, too! What is the matter to-day?" "What penetration! Reveal your intuitions. Have I failed in business, or been crossed in love?" "The latter, I fancy." "Well, then, how can I better recover peace of mind and serenity than by going a-fishing? You know what Izaak Walton says--" "Oh, spare me, please, that ancient worthy! You are as cold-blooded as any fish that you'll catch. If I find it stupid in Charleston I'll go North." "That threat shakes my very soul. I promise to come back in a week or ten days." "Or a month or so," she added, looking hurt.