'I'm an impostor. Everything is just splendidly right, and I came to tell you.' 'It was very kind.' He had not quite recovered from his surprise yet. 'I thought you had a right to know. I owe it all to your advice, you see. You told me to come back to life. Well, I've come.' She was alive enough, certainly; she breathed animation and seemed to diffuse vitality; she was positively eager in her living. 'You told me to have my revenge, to play with life. Don't you remember? Fancy your forgetting, when I've remembered so well! To die of heat rather than of cold--surely you remember, Mr. Newton?' 'Every word, now you say it,' he nodded. 'And you're acting on that?' 'For all I'm worth,' laughed Trix. He sat down opposite her, looking at her with a grave but still rather bewildered attention. 'And it works well?' he asked after a pause, and, as it seemed, a conscientious examination of her. 'Superb!' She could not resist adding, 'Haven't you heard anything about me?' 'In here?' asked Airey, waving his arm round the room, and smiling. 'No, I suppose you wouldn't,' she laughed; 'but I'm rather famous, you know. That's why I felt bound to come and tell you--to let you see what great things you've done. Yes, it's quite true, you gave me the impulse.' She set down her cup and leant back in her chair, smiling brightly at him. 'Are you afraid of the responsibility?' 'Everything seems so prosperous,' said Airey. 'I forgot, but I have heard one person speak of you. Do you know Peggy Ryle?' 'I know her by sight. Is she a friend of yours?' 'Yes, and she told me of some of your triumphs.' 'Oh, not half so well as I shall tell you myself!' Trix was evidently little interested in Peggy Ryle. To Airey himself Peggy's doubts and criticism seemed now rather absurd; this bright vision threw them into the shade of neglect.