Jimmie had been narrating his morning's adventures at Chiltern Towers, and explaining the point of view from which he was painting the portrait. It was to be that of the very great lady, with the blood of the earth's great rulers in her veins. It was to be half full-length, just showing the transparent, aristocratic hands set off by rich old lace at the wrists. A certain acidity of temper betrayed by the pinched nostrils and thin lips he would try to modify, as it would be out of keeping with his basic conception. Norma listened, interested more in the speaker than in the subject, her mind occasionally wandering, as it had been wont to do of late, to a comparison of ideals. Since that half-hour's loneliness on the platform of the little Highland station, she had passed through many hours of unrest. To-day the mood had again come upon her. A talk with her mother about the great garden-party they were giving in two days' time, to which the princess and the duchess were coming, had aroused her scorn; a casual phrase of Morland's in reference to the election had jarred upon her; a sudden meeting in Cosford with Theodore Weever, and a laughing reference to the decorative wife had brought back the little shiver of fear. The only human being in the world who could settle her mood--and now she felt it consciously--was this odd, sweet-natured man who seemed to live in a beautiful world. As he talked she listened, and her mind wandered from the subject. She thought of his life, his surroundings, of the girl whose love affair he had told her of so tenderly. She took advantage of a pause, occasioned by the handing of a second cup of tea and the judicious choosing of cake, to start the new topic. “I suppose Aline is very happy.” Jimmie laughed. “What put my little girl into your head?” “I have been thinking a good deal about her since you wrote of her engagement. Is it really such an idyll?” “The love of two sweet, clean young people is always idyllic. It is so untainted--pure as a mountain spring; There is nothing quite like it in the world.” “When are they going to set up house together?” “Soon, I hope.” “You will miss her.” “Of course,” said Jimmie, “enormously. But the thoughts of her happiness will keep me pleasant company. I shall get on all right. Meanwhile it is beautiful to see her. She does n't know that I watch, but I do. It is sweet to see her eyes brighten and her cheeks flush and to hear her laughter. It is like stepping for an enchanted moment into a fairy-tale.” “I wish I could step into it--just for one enchanted moment,” said Norma.. “You?” asked Jimmie. “I have never been in one in my life. I disbelieved in them till you came like an apostle of fairyland and converted me. Now I want the consolations of my faith.” An earnest note in her voice surprised him. She did not meet his eyes. “I don't understand you,” he said. “I thought perhaps you would,” she answered. “You seem to understand most things.”