"Then it _is_ Miss Payson? Oh, Frank, why didn’t you tell me! You might have trusted me! You ought to have known better! Haven’t I always said that when the woman who could make you happy did come, how glad I’d be for you?" "You’re really not hurt, then? I was afraid—" "Poor old Frank! You goose! Of course not—it makes me sorry to think of leaving you, that’s all. Never mind—there’s nothing in the race but the finish! I’m all right." She had become a little hysterical in her actions, but he was too distracted to notice it. "I’ll let you have all the money you want—I’ll get you a good place——" he began. She shook her head decidedly. "Cut that out, please, Frank; but thanks, all the same. If I ever want any money, I’ll come to you. Why shouldn’t I? But not now. Don’t pay me to go away—that sounds rotten. I’ll get a position all right. Didn’t I turn down that secretary’s place only last week? But I guess I’ll travel on my looks for a while. I’m flush." "I hope I can tell her all about this, sometime," he said wearily. "Bosh! What’s the use? Thank God some women know that some women are square without being told. Men seem to think we’re all cats. Even women talk of each other as if they were a different sort of human animal. But not Miss Payson—she’s a thoroughbred. I can see _that_ all right. You can’t fool Fancy Gray about petticoats. I take off my hat to her. She’s got every woman _you_ ever had running after you beaten a mile. Don’t you worry—she’ll never be surprised to find that a woman can be square. Well, I’ll fade away then." As she talked she buttoned up her jacket and stuck the hat pin in her hair. Now her eyes grew dreamier and she went over and sat on the arm of his chair and put her hand on his hair affectionately, saying: "Say, Frank, I don’t know—after all, perhaps sometime you might just tell her this—sometime when the thing’s all going straight, when she’s got over—well, what I saw in her eyes to-night—when she finds out what you’re worth—when she really knows how good you are—you just tell her this—say: ’There’s one thing about Fancy Gray, she always played fair!’ She’ll know then; but just now, you can be careful of her—watch out what you do with her, she’s going to suffer a whole lot if you don’t. You know something about women, but you’ll find out that when you’re sure enough in love you’ll need it all, and what you know isn’t a drop in the bucket to what you’ve got to learn. I hope you’ll get it good and hard. It’ll do you good. You only know one side now. You’ll learn the rest from her. She’s not the sort to do things half-way. When she begins to go she’ll go the limit."