"By Jove, Robeson," he said, "I think I see what endears you to the Hendersons. I wouldn't have said you could have induced me to try my hand at the old house, but I'll be hanged if I don't follow your instructions to the letter--and win out, too." "Good," said Anthony. "And don't mention it to my wife. We'll keep it for a surprise; and I promise you when the time comes I won't prejudice her in any way." Cathcart drew out a notebook and pencil and entered some memoranda on the spot, while Anthony, coming up on the piazza of the dining-room, laid upon the old Dutch house-door a hand which seemed to caress it. He was wondering if by any possible magic Cathcart could create, in the rarest abode in the world, a new door which he should ever care to enter as he now cared to enter this. * * * * * "I think," said Juliet decidedly, "you're wrong about it." "And I know," returned Anthony with emphasis, "that you are." The two faced each other. They were walking through a short stretch of woodland, which lay as yet untouched by the hand of suburban property owners. It was a favourite ground for the diversions of the Robesons, when they had not time to spend in getting farther away. They had been strolling through it now, in the early June evening, discussing a matter relative to the investment of a certain moderate sum of money which had come into Anthony's hands. It developed that their ideas about it differed radically. "It's not safe to do as you propose," said Juliet. "To do what you propose would be only one better than tying it up in an old stocking--or putting it away in the coffee pot. It's essentially a woman's plan--no man would do it the honour of considering it a moment." Juliet flushed brilliantly. Even in Anthony's cheek the colour rose a little. Their eyes met with a challenge. "Very well," said Juliet proudly. "I'll offer no more woman's plans. Invest the money as you like. Then, when you've lost it----" Anthony's eyes flashed. "When I've lost it----" he began, and turned away with a gesture of impatience. Then he stopped short. "That isn't like you," he said. Juliet stared at him an instant. Then she shut her lips together and walked on in silence. Anthony shut his lips together also. It was not their habit to indulge in sharp altercation. While both had decided ideas about things, both were also much too well bred to be willing to allow differences of opinion--which must arise as inevitably as two human beings live under the same roof--to degenerate into the deplorable thing commonly referred to as a quarrel.