"
"Now see here, Bab," he said. "Be fair. If I am not to hold
your hand, or--or be what you call a nusance, don't talk like
this. I am but human," he said, "and there is somthing about you
lately that--well, go on with your story. Only, as I say, don't
try me to far."
"It's like this," I explained. "Girls think they are cold
and distant, and indeed, frequently are"
"Frequently!"
"Until they meet the Right One. Then they learn that their
hearts are, as you say, but human."
"Bab," he said, sudenly turning and facing me, "an awfull
thought has come to me. You are in Love--and not with me!"
"I am in Love, and not with you," I said in tradgic tones.
I had not thought he would feel it deeply--because of
having been interested in Leila since they went out in their
Perambulaters together. But I could see it was a shock to him.
He got up and stood looking in the fire, and his shoulders shook
with greif.
"So I have lost you," he said in a smothered voice. And
then--"Who is the sneaking schoundrel?"
I forgave him this, because of his being upset, and in a
rapt attatude I told him the whole story.
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