"You said, miss, that Mr. Frank wants to make amends on a 'supposed' point of honour. Don't you think it a real one?" Miss Bracy's somewhat high cheekbones showed two red spots. "Because he offers it, it doesn't follow that you ought to accept. And that's the whole point," she wound up viciously. Bassett sighed that she could not get her question answered. "You will excuse me, miss, but I never 'inveigled' him, as you say. That I deny; and if you ask Mr. Frank he will bear me out. Not that it's any use trying to make you believe," she added, with a drop back to her old level tone as she saw the other's eyebrows go up. It was indeed hopeless, Miss Bracy being one of those women who take it for granted that a man has been inveigled as soon as his love-affairs run counter to their own wishes or taste; and who thereby reveal an estimate of man for which in the end they are pretty sure to pay heavily. All her answer now was a frankly incredulous stare. "You won't believe me, miss. It's not your fault, I know; you _can't_ believe me. But I loved Mr. Frank." Miss Bracy made a funny little sound high up in her Crusader nose. That the passions of gentlemen were often ill-regulated she knew; it disgusted her, but she recognised it as a real danger to be watched by their anxious relatives. That _love_, however--what she understood by _love_--could be felt by the lower orders, the people who "walked together" and "kept company" before mating, was too incredible. Even if driven by evidence to admit the fact she would have set it down to the pernicious encroachment of Board School education, and remarked that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. "'Love!' My poor child, don't profane a word you cannot possibly understand. A nice love, indeed, that shows itself by ruining his life!" That second-hand phrase again! As it slipped out, the indomitable Bassett dealt it another blow. "I am not sure, miss, that I love him any longer--in the same way, I mean. I should always have a regard for him--for many reasons--and because he behaved honourably in a way. But I couldn't quite believe in him as I did before he showed himself weak." "Well, of all the--" Miss Bracy's lips were open for a word to fit this offence, when Bassett followed it up with a worse one. "I beg your pardon, miss, but you are so fond of Mr. Frank--Supposing I refused his offer, would you marry him yourself?" The girl, too, meant it quite seriously. In her tone was no trace of impudence. She had divined her adversary's secret, and thrust home the question with a kind of anxious honesty. Miss Bracy, red and gasping, tingling with shame, yet knew that she was not being exulted over. She dropped the unequal fight between conventional argument and naked insight, and stood up, woman to woman. She neither denied nor exclaimed. She too told the truth. "Never!"--she paused. "After what has happened I would never marry my cousin."