"Of everything. She thinks I'm not persistent." "Oh, oh!"--Nick's host deprecated such freedom. "She can't believe I shall arrive at true eminence." "A good wife should believe what her husband believes," said Mr. Carteret. "Ah unfortunately"--and Nick took the words at a run--"I don't believe it either." Mr. Carteret, who might have been watching an odd physical rush, spoke with a certain dryness. "Your dear father did." "I think of that--I think of that," Nick replied. "Certainly it will help me. If I say we're engaged," he went on, "it's because I consider it so. She gives me my liberty, but I don't take it." "Does she expect you to take back your word?" "That's what I ask her. _She_ never will. Therefore we're as good as tied." "I don't like it," said Mr. Carteret after a moment. "I don't like ambiguous, uncertain situations. They please me much better when they're definite and clear." The retreat of expression had been sounded in his face--the aspect it wore when he wished not to be encouraging. But after an instant he added in a tone more personal: "Don't disappoint me, dear boy." "Ah not willingly!" his visitor protested. "I've told you what I should like to do for you. See that the conditions come about promptly in which I _may_, do it. Are you sure you do everything to satisfy Mrs. Dallow?" Mr. Carteret continued. "I think I'm very nice to her," Nick declared. "But she's so ambitious. Frankly speaking, it's a pity for her that she likes me." "She can't help that!" the old man charmingly said. "Possibly. But isn't it a reason for taking me as I am? What she wants to do is to take me as I may be a year hence." "I don't understand--since you tell me that even then she won't take back her word," said Mr. Carteret. "If she doesn't marry me I think she'll never marry again at all." "What then does she gain by delay?" "Simply this, as I make it out," said Nick--"that she'll feel she has been very magnanimous. She won't have to reproach herself with not having given me a chance to change." "To change? What does she think you liable to do?" Nick had a pause. "I don't know!" he then said--not at all candidly. "Everything has altered: young people in my day looked at these questions more naturally," Mr. Carteret observed. "A woman in love has no need to be magnanimous. If she plays too fair she isn't in love," he added shrewdly. "Oh, Julia's safe--she's safe," Nick smiled. "If it were a question between you and another gentleman one might comprehend. But what does it mean, between you and nothing?" "I'm much obliged to you, sir," Nick returned. "The trouble is that she doesn't know what she has got hold of." "Ah, if you can't make it clear to her!"--and his friend showed the note of impatience. "I'm such a humbug," said the young man. And while his companion stared he continued: "I deceive people without in the least intending it." "What on earth do you mean? Are you deceiving me?"