"Impulses!" exclaimed Henriette. "Not that--spite! Yes, and jealousy and sour grapes and stolen goods! You wanted to know what it was like to have a man make love to you! You could not resist the novelty, the temptation. Am I to blame because I am good-looking and you are not? Because I have money? He thought it was my voice, you say. How do you think it makes me feel to have a sister with a voice like mine always with me? Humble as a mouse and as cunning, pretending to efface yourself, working in the fields with the peasants, the plain girl who cannot afford good clothes, and your very unpretentious charcoals--yes, you know your part! Cunning and spite, that is it, and jealous of my work--and always with me--I----" The upshot of Henriette's anger was a blow on Helen's cheek, so sharp that she staggered under it; but it was the least of the blows she had received in that revelation of her sister's feeling. "I'll not engage in a boxing match with you, Henriette," she said coolly, after two or three hard swallows. "If I do appear that way to other people it's time I knew it. Perhaps there is a little truth in it. I'm a woman, yes. I should like to be good-looking--at least, not as plain as I am. It does hurt me that I have such a kill-joy of a face." "If I were as plain as you I'd accept the fact and be a nurse or something. Anyway, I'd try to make the best of it by----" "Try to make myself as attractive as possible, you mean." "Oh, you don't neglect that! You've found out that you are least unattractive when you grin and laugh. One may try to overdo that and be silly." A faint and peculiar smile twitched Helen's lips, and sad, too. "I've tried to avoid that temptation. I remembered the fable about the donkey who tried to caper and the old saw about seeing yourself as others see you." "It's time!" said Henriette mercilessly; but her features had resumed their calm. "I am going away, Henriette," Helen went on, "and if you will wait I'll find Cousin Phil and confess the trick that I played. That is what I should have done at once." "Suppose that I saved you the humiliation--and it must be humiliation even to such a practical joker as you," Henriette replied, smiling now. "Suppose that I let it stand that he has proposed to me and I have accepted?" "Henriette!" Helen put accusation into the word. "Well!" "That will mean that you have agreed to be his wife--to go to America with him! Would you do that?" "Perhaps he will come to Europe to live." "That was not his expectation." "So you have arranged the details for me, too?" "No, I have told you all. What I mean is that he is not like the other men. He is down-right and not used to such affairs. I--I mean, his heartbreak might last." "By which you imply that I am a flirt. Is that it?" "No, not that you mean to be. But one so charming as you and so used to attention finds it very easy to win men."