was to her only he would appeal for the pleasure he had coveted. But the next instant she had become conscious that what he meant was simply that he admired her companion so much that he was afraid of her, and that, daring to speak to herself, he thought her a much smaller and less interesting personage. Her blush immediately faded; for there was no resentment to keep the color in her cheek; and there was no resentment still when she perceived that, though her neighbor was looking straight at her, with his inspired, expanded eyes, he was thinking too much of Diana to have noticed this little play of confusion.
"Yes, it's very true," she said. "It is the first time my friend has left me."
"She is very beautiful," said Mr. Longstaff.
"Very beautiful,—and as good as she is beautiful."
"Yes, yes," he rejoined, solemnly. "I am sure of that. I know it!"
"I know it even better than you," said Agatha, smiling a little.
"Then you will have all the more patience with what I want to say to you. It is very strange; it will make you think, at first, that I am perhaps out of my mind. But I am not; I am thoroughly reasonable. You will see." Then he paused a moment; his voice had begun to tremble again.
