"Thank you. I'm not talking about her genius, or whatever the thing is. I've no doubt it's everything you say. If she'd only keep to that--the one thing she _can_ be sure of. Unless, of course, you've made her sure." "What do you mean?" "Ah, if I only knew what _you_ meant." "What I mean?" "Yes, what you mean to do." He laughed. "I don't mean to 'do' anything at present." "Well, then----" "Why, what do you suppose I ought to do?" "I don't know that it's for me to say." "You may as well, while you're about it." "If I could only make you see----" She mentally drew back. "Well? What do you want to make me see?" "What you've done already to that unhappy woman." "Unhappy? She's considerably happier than she was when I first knew her." "That's it," she said, "that's just it. Where are your eyes? Can't you see she's in love with you?" He did not meet her advancing gaze. "What makes you think so?" he said. "The way she talks about you." He smiled. "You don't allow for picturesque exaggeration." "My dear, when a woman exaggerates to that extent it generally means one thing." "Not with her. She wouldn't do it if it meant that. She'd be afraid to let herself go. And she isn't afraid. She just piles it on because she's so sure of herself--so sure that she isn't what you say she is." "I don't say she knows she's in love with you. She doesn't know it." "Can you be in love without knowing it?" "She could. If she knew it, do you think she'd have let me see it? And do you think I'd have given her away? I wouldn't now, only I know what you are, and she doesn't." "No, indeed. You're right enough there." They paused on that. "You're quite sure," she said, "that you can't----" It was as if she probed him, delicately, on behalf of their tragic friend. She turned her eyes away as she did it, that she might not see him shrink. "No," he said. "Never again. Never again." She withdrew the pressure of the gentle finger that had given him pain. "I only thought--" she murmured. "What did you think?" "That it might be nice for both of you." "It wouldn't be nice for either of us. Not nice at all." "Well, then, I can only see one thing." "I know. You're going to say I must leave off seeing her?" "No. I don't say that." "I do, though. If I were sure----" "You may be sure of one thing. That she doesn't know what's the matter with her--yet. She mustn't know. If you do go and see her, you must be careful not to let her find out. I did my best to hide it, to cover it up, so that she shouldn't see." "Your suspicion?" "What do you think we're made of? The truth--the truth." "If this is the truth, I mustn't, of course, go near her. But I know you're mistaken." "Have I ever been mistaken? Have I ever told you wrong?" "Well, Julia, you're a very wise woman, and I'll admit that, when you've warned me off anybody, you've warned me for my good."