"Perhaps--perhaps it _is_ I," he said slowly, "I--maybe you're right. And of course I know--" he smiled oddly at the pretty picture she made--"that I'm not the only one." Something in his tone irritated her; she unfurled the rosy parasol angrily. "Aunty said from the beginning you'd be hard to get on with," she flashed out. "She said the second time you came to the house with Mr. Walbridge for his sister's fitting and asked Kitty and I for a ride in the machine, 'I'm perfectly willing you girls should go, for they're both all right and I think the dark one's serious, but--" "You discussed me with your aunt, then?" She looked at him in amazement. "Discussed you with aunty? Why certainly I did. Why shouldn't I? How do you suppose I'm to get anywhere, placed as I am, Mr. Armstrong, unless I'm pretty careful? I've nothing but my looks--I know that perfectly well--and I can't afford to make any mistakes. And aunty said, 'I think the dark one's serious, Tina, but I don't know, somehow, I'd keep in with Walbridge. He may not have so much money, but he'll be easier to manage. Armstrong seems like any other gay young fellow, and for all I know he is--he's certainly generous--but I'd rather have you Mrs. Walter Walbridge and lose the family custom, than have you tied up to an obstinate man." "And--excuse me, but I'm really interested," he asked, "could you be Mrs. Walter Walbridge?" "Yes, I could," she answered, "he asked me when he lent you the machine. I suppose he thought you might," she added simply. He drew a long breath. "And you answered--" "I said I'd think it over," she said softly. "I--are you really angry with me, Rob? We're friends, aren't we? Friends--" Her eyes lifted to his. "You see, Rob," she went on, still softly, "a girl like me has to be awfully straight and pretty careful. It's not easy to go to theaters and suppers and out with the machines and keep your head--you can't always tell about men. And I've cost aunty quite a lot, though of course, my clothes were the cheapest, really, all made in the house. I had two good offers to go on the stage, but she wouldn't have it. And even if Mr. Walbridge's mother did make a fuss, she can't help his getting the money. Of course I told him I'd think it over, but I always liked--" "And now you've thought it over," he interrupted quickly, "and you've found out that your remarkably able aunt was right. You're a wise little girl, Tina, for if I know Walter, he _will_ be easier to manage! He's a lucky fellow--always was. But he'll never get his car at six to-night." He plucked out his watch and strapping up the tea basket began to push the things hastily into it. She stared ahead of her, her chin shaking a little, her eyes a little dim and most beautiful. "I--you don't--you're not angry, Rob?" She leaned over him.