"You can't help it, of course. Men with your coloured eyes never can. That green hazel--girls ought to be taught at school that it's a danger-signal. Only, since your heart's not in the business any more than her's is--as you say, you were both bored to death--I want to ask you, as a personal favour to me, just to let the whole thing drop. Let the girl alone. Go right away." "It's an unimportant detail, and I'm ashamed to mention it," said Vernon, "but I've got a picture on hand--I'm painting a bit of the Warren." "Well, go to Low Barton and put up there and finish your precious picture. You won't see Betty again unless you run after her." "To tell the truth," said Vernon, "I had already decided to let the whole thing drop. I'm ashamed of the trouble I've caused her and--and I've taken rooms at Low Barton." "Upon my word," said Miss Desmond, "you are the coldest lover I've ever set eyes on." "I'm not a lover," he answered swiftly. "Do you wish I were?" "For Betty's sake, I'm glad you aren't. But I think I should respect you more if you weren't quite so arctic." "I'm not an incendiary, at any rate," said he, "and that's something, with my coloured eyes, isn't it?" "Well," she said, "whatever your temperature is, I rather like you. I don't wonder at Betty in the least." Vernon bowed. "All I ask is your promise that you'll not speak to her again." "I can't promise that, you know. I can't be rude to her. But I'll promise not to go out of my way to meet her again." He sighed. "As, yes--it is sad--all that time wasted and no rabbits caught." Again Miss Desmond had gone unpleasantly near his thought. Of course he said: "You don't understand me." "Near enough," said Miss Desmond; "and now I'll go." "Let me thank you for coming," said Vernon eagerly; "it was more than good of you. I must own that my heart sank when I knew it was Miss Betty's aunt who honoured me with a visit. But I am most glad you came. I never would have believed that a lady could be so reasonable and--and--" "And gentlemanly?" said the lady. "Yes,--it's my brother-in-law who is the old woman, poor dear! You see, Mr. Vernon, I've been running round the world for five and twenty years, and I've kept my eyes open. And when I was of an age to be silly, the man I was silly about had your coloured eyes. He married an actress, poor fellow,--or rather, she married him, before he could say 'knife.' That's the sort of thing that'll happen to you, unless you're uncommonly careful. So that's settled. You give me your word not to try to see Betty?" "I give you my word. You won't believe in my regret--" "I believe in that right enough. It must be simply sickening to have the whole show given away like this. Oh, I believe in your regret!" "My regret," said Vernon steadily, "for any pain I may have caused your niece. Do please see how grateful I am to you for having seen at once that it was not her fault at all, but wholly mine."