"Maurice! Where's your coat?" His explanation deepened her repentance; "Oh, Maurice,--if you've caught cold!" He laughed and hugged her (at which Bingo, in his basket, barked violently); and said, "The only thing that bothered me was that I couldn't treat Edith to ice cream." Eleanor's face, passionately tender, changed sharply: "Edith is an extremely impertinent child! Did you hear her, at dinner, talk about jealousy?" He looked blank, and said, "What was 'impertinent' in that? Say, Star, the girl in the boat was--tough; she was painted up to the nines, and of course it all came out in the wash. And Buster said her 'cheeks came off'! But she was pretty," Maurice ruminated, beginning to pull off his boots. "I don't see how you can call a painted woman 'pretty,'" Eleanor said, coldly. Maurice yawned. "She seemed to belong to the fat brute. He was so nasty to her, I wanted to punch his head." "Poor girl!" Eleanor said, and her voice softened. "Perhaps I could do something for her? She ought to make him marry her." Maurice chuckled. "Oh, Nelly, you _are_ innocent! No, my dear; she'll paint some more, and then, probably, get to drinking; and meet one or two more brutes. When she gets quite into the gutter, she'll die. The sooner the better! I mean, the less harm she'll do." Eleanor's recoil of pain seemed to him as exquisite as a butterfly's shrinking from some harsh finger. He looked at her tenderly. "Star, you don't know the world! And I don't want you to." "I'd like to help her," Eleanor said, simply. "You?" he said; "I wouldn't have you under the same roof with one of those creatures!" His sense of her purity pleased her; the harem idea is, at bottom, pleasing to women; they may resent it with their intellect, but they all of them like to feel they are too precious for the wind of evil realities to blow upon. So, honestly enough, and with the childlike joy of the woman in love, she played up to the harem instinct, shrinking a little and asking timid questions, and making innocent eyes; and was kissed, and assured she was a lovely goose; for Maurice played up to his part, too, with equal honesty (and youth)--the part of the worldly-wise protector. It was the fundamental instinct of the human male; he resents with his intellect the idea that his woman is a fool; but the more foolish she is (on certain lines) the more important he feels himself to be! So they were both very contented, until Maurice happened to say again that he was sorry to have disappointed Edith about the ice cream. "She's a greedy little thing," Eleanor said from her pillows; her voice was irritated. "What nonsense!" Maurice said; "as for ice cream, all youngsters like it. I know I do!" "I saw her hang on to your arm as you went down the street," Eleanor said. "Mrs. Houghton ought to tell her that nice girls don't paw men!" "Eleanor! She's nothing but a child, and I'm her brother--" "You are _not_ her brother."