There is a magic in those words. No sooner were they uttered than his mind became a rendezvous of apparitions. He saw Cassy as he had seen her first, as he had seen her last, as he had seen her through all the changes and mutations of their acquaintance, saw her eyes lifted to his, saw her face turned from him. The crystallisation which, operating in the myriad cells of the brain, creates our tastes, our temptations, our desires; creates them unknown to us, creates them even against our will, and which without his will or knowledge, had, like a chemical precipitate, been acting on him, then was complete. "I love her!" he repeated. The dirty cot, the dirty cell, the dirty floor, a point of view was transforming. At the moment they ceased to be revolting. Then immediately another view restored their charm. "She won't have me!" The dirty cell reshaped itself and he thought of life, a blind fate treacherous always. "Good Lord, how I envy you!" Lennox turned. Wriggling through the bars a hand which a keeper checked, stood Jones. "When Cervantes enjoyed the advantages that you possess, the walls parted and through them cavalcaded the strumpet whose name is Fame. In circumstances equally inspiring Bunyan entertained that hussy. Verlaine too. From a dungeon she lifted him to Parnassus, lifted him to the top. If I only had their luck--and yours! It is too good for you. You don't appreciate it. Besides you will be out to-morrow." "I ought not to be here at all," Lennox indignantly retorted. "No, you are most undeserving. Mais ecoute. C'est le pere de la petite qui a fait le coup. Il me l'a avoue, ensuite il a claque et depuis j'ai vu ton avocat. C'est une brute mais----" "Can that," put in the keeper, a huge creature with a cauliflower face, dingy and gnarled. "You guys got to cough English." Ingratiatingly Jones turned to him. "I mistook you for a distinguished foreigner. Dear me, my life is too full of pleasure!" He turned to Lennox. "That's it. You are here to-day and gone to-morrow. Now that I have envied you insufficiently I'll go too. While I am about it I'll go to Park Avenue. Any message?" "None." "Make it briefer. Besides, look here. I'll wager a wilderness of pippins that Park Avenue was not and never thought of being engaged to what's his name. I'll wager because it is not in the picture. Do you hear me?" "I hear you." "You are very gifted. Nothing wrong with your tongue, though, is there?" "Nothing whatever." "Behold then the messenger awaiting the message." "Very good. I'm through. Absolutely, completely, entirely. If you must be a busybody say that. I'm through." But that was not Jones' idea of the game and he out with it. "I'll do nothing of the kind." "Won't you?" Lennox retorted. He had remained seated. But rising then, he looked at the keeper, motioned at Jones. "If that man asks for me again, say I'm out."