At the sound of his step in the garden Elsie looked up, a provocative smile on her face. She was so dainty, so desirable, that he felt a swift hunger throbbing even to his finger tips. She made room for him on the bench. "I'm for Mother Earth." He stretched himself at her feet. "Where have you been lately, we've missed you at the works." "I've just got back, been away for two weeks. Are you still very busy?" He nodded, but business was not what he wanted to talk about. It was more than two years now since they first met and he had a feeling that all that time he had been an open book to her bright eyes. "Don't let us talk business," he said a little unsteadily. She swung her large straw hat by its silk ribbons. "You shall choose your own subject." "It isn't business, it's you," he went on bluntly. "I've tried to tell you before but you wouldn't let me." "It's a heavenly evening for a proposal." "Do you mean that?" he gasped. "Why shouldn't I? The moon is just coming up and the river is quiet and we can hear the rapids, and here you are at my feet. What more could a girl ask?" Something twitched at Belding's fancy. "Then I love you and I want you desperately and I'll take care of you all my life. Is there any one else?" His voice sobered her. "Don't, you mustn't say it like that, it sounds too real." "But it is real," he protested, "the most real thing I ever said." "You mustn't," she answered a little shakily. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone on like that." Belding captured her hand. "I'm glad you did, Elsie, it was just right." "But I didn't mean it," she said pitifully, "and it wasn't fair of me. I didn't know you felt like that." Belding stared at her astonished. "You must have known." "Then possibly I did,--I wasn't sure. I--I didn't think of it much, but, Jimmy, I don't want to be married just now. You've been splendid ever since we met--and really I didn't want you to say what you did." "Perhaps not in the way I said it." Belding's face became suddenly rigid. "And perhaps now I know why. You see it's hard for me to compete with my own chief," he added grimly. "That's not fair," she burst out, her cheeks flaming. "If you really cared you wouldn't say it." "I only want to know where I stand," he replied with sudden dignity. "If you'll tell me that, I will be satisfied--for to-night." Her mood changed in a flash. "That sounds better, but, Jimmy, must you know to-night? It's hard for me to tell you." "Why?" he demanded. He wanted his answer, fraught with whatever fate. "Because I don't just know myself," she said softly. "I wonder if I can explain. I am fond of you, Jimmy, more than you know, but I want to be fair to you and I want to be fair to myself as well. Have you never been in a state in which you were conscious that the world was full of things you had dreamed of but never expected to find actually?"