"Not on your life, little Alix!" was his laughing response. "Since as Americans we're out of it, out of it we shall stay." Over replies like this, of which there were many, I was gnashing my teeth helplessly when, all at once, I was called on to see myself as others saw me, so getting a surprise. The first note of warning came to me in a few words from Ethel Rossiter. I was scribbling her notes one morning as she lay in bed, when it occurred to me to say: "If I'm going to be married, I suppose I ought to be doing something about clothes." She murmured, listlessly: "Oh, I wouldn't be in a hurry about that, if I were you." I went on writing. "I haven't been in a hurry, have I? But I shall certainly want some things I haven't got now." "Then you can get them after you're married. When are you to be married, anyhow?" As the question was much on my mind, I looked up from my task and said: "Well--when?" "Don't you know?" "No. Do you?" She shook her head. "I didn't know but what father had said something about it." "He hasn't--not a word." I resumed my scribbling. "It's a queer thing for him to have to settle, don't you think? One might have supposed it would have been left to me." "Oh, you don't know father!" It was as if throwing off something of no importance that she added, "Of course, he can see that you're not in love with Hugh." Amazed at this reading of my heart, I bent my head to hide my confusion. "I don't know why you should say that," I stammered at last, "when you can't help seeing I'm quite true to him." She shrugged her beautiful shoulders, of which one was bare. "Oh, true! What's the good of that?" She went on, casually: "By the by, do call up Daisy Burke and tell her I sha'n't go to that luncheon of theirs. They're going to have old lady Billing, who's coming to stay at father's; and you don't catch me with that lot except when I can't help it." She reverted to the topic of a minute before. "I don't blame you, of course. I suppose, if I were in your place, it's what I should do myself. It's what I thought you'd try for--you remember, don't you?--as long ago as when we were in Halifax. But naturally enough other people don't--" I failed to learn, however, what other people didn't, because of a second reversion in theme: "Do make up something civil to say to Daisy, and tell her I won't come." We dropped the subject, chiefly because I was afraid to go on with it; but when I met old Mrs. Billing I received a similar shock. Having gone to Mr. Brokenshire's to pay her my respects, I was told she was on the terrace. As a matter of fact, she was making her way toward the hall, and awkwardly carried a book, a sunshade, and the stump of a cigarette. Dutifully I went forward in the hope of offering my services. "Get out of my sight!" was her response to my greetings. "I can't bear to look at you." Brushing past me without further words, she entered the house.