I should say the man was changed! "Oh, dash it, yes!" I blurted. By Jove, I hoped there wouldn't be another change. "You mean"--with a little, challenging, puzzled smile, she leaned forward, her elbow resting upon her knee like a sculptured, Grecian pillar; her flower-like curving fingers supporting her chin like a Corinthian what's-its-name, you know, the sort of thing the ancient what-you-call-'ems always added to top off their stunning marble columns--_you_ know!--well, like that--"you mean we may find knights, not only in the field, but in the shops, upon the streets--even in the slums; or in the hospitals, in the church or even on the bench--_that_ is your idea?" It _wasn't_ my idea at all--I should say not! Who wanted to spend nights prowling around _that_ way? Why--why, it wasn't respectable, dash it! Besides, that sort of thing--excursioning about seeing things--was devilish tiresome, if you asked me. I never did do it, even abroad, where you meet Americans, jolly bored and tired, doing all sorts of rum places no one else ever thinks of, don't you know. And as for a _bench_! Well, it was like her, in her innocence of the world, not to know how downright vulgar that would be. I had seen couples sitting evenings in the park--and I _knew_! But I answered tactfully: "I don't mean those places so much, don't you know--I think we can find lots jollier and better nights elsewhere." And I closed my free eye and beamed at her through my glass. "Don't have to go so far, you know; under one's own roof, or--er--some one else's roof, for instance--why not _here_?" I jerked my head toward the old stone pile behind us. "Oh!"--her eyebrows lifted at me--"so you've thought of that, too?"--she nodded gravely--"you mean in the library there?" I winked assent. The library suited _me_ all right! "Just now," she said in an oddly sobered voice, "I looked in as I passed through, and he was looking so crushed, so worn and tired, you know--he had just come from up-stairs; and yet he faced me so bravely and smilingly"--she shook her head--"poor fellow!" I stared--puzzled, don't you know. Offhand, dash me if I could see what the judge had to do with our evenings together--why, I had his own approval of my suit. Then I remembered that she, of course, didn't know that--_yet_. Probably what she had in her dear little mind was that he might be holding the library--and he _would_, if he continued to think he was busy; for I had heard him say he expected to work all night. But then, there were dozens and dozens of others places we could go--well, I should just _say_! I had just bent forward to suggest this to her when I saw she was going to speak. So I waited, smiling at her tenderly.