Elsa closed her eyes. "It's like eating berries and cream in a new dress by moonlight on a summer night while somebody plays the violin far away in the distance so that you can just hear it," she said. Her eyes opened again. "And it's like coming along on a winter evening and seeing the windows lit up and knowing you've reached home." Betty was clenching her hands, and breathing quickly. "And it's like--" "Elsa, don't! I can't bear it!" "Betty! What's the matter?" Betty smiled again, but painfully. "It's stupid of me. I'm just jealous, that's all. I haven't got a Marvin, you see. You have." "Well, there are plenty who would like to be your Marvin." Betty's face grew cold. "There are plenty who would like to be Benjamin Scobell's son-in-law," she said. "Betty!" Elsa's voice was serious. "We've been friends for a good long time, so you'll let me say something, won't you? I think you're getting just the least bit hard. Now turn and rend me," she added good-humoredly. "I'm not going to rend you," said Betty. "You're perfectly right. I am getting hard. How can I help it? Do you know how many men have asked me to marry them since I saw you last? Five." "Betty!" "And not one of them cared the slightest bit about me." "But, Betty, dear, that's just what I mean. Why should you say that? How can you know?" "How do I know? Well, I do know. Instinct, I suppose. The instinct of self-preservation which nature gives hunted animals. I can't think of a single man in the world--except your Marvin, of course--who wouldn't do anything for money." She stopped. "Well, yes, one." Elsa leaned forward eagerly. "Who, Betty?" "You don't know him." "But what's his name?" Betty hesitated. "Well, if I am on the witness-stand--Maude." "Maude? I thought you said a man?" "It's his name. John Maude." "But, Betty! Why didn't you tell me before? This is tremendously interesting." Betty laughed shortly. "Not so very, really. I only met him two or three times, and I haven't seen him for years, and I don't suppose I shall ever see him again. He was a friend of Alice Beecher's brother, who was at Harvard. Alice took me over to meet her brother, and Mr. Maude was there. That's all." Elsa was plainly disappointed. "But how do you know, then--? What makes you think that he--?" "Instinct, again, I suppose. I do know." "And you've never met him since?" Betty shook her head. Elsa relapsed into silence. She had a sense of pathos. At the further end of the terrace Marvin Rossiter appeared, carrying a large volume. "Here we are," he said. "Scared it up at the first attempt. Now then." He sat down, and opened the book.