THE TONE OF TIME
with doing the thing quite, as she called it, off her own bat. She had copied so bravely so many brave things that she had at the end of her brush an extraordinary bag of tricks. She had always replied to me that such things were mere clever humbug, but mere clever humbug was what our client happened to want. The thing was to let her have it—one could trust her for the rest. And at the same time that I mused in this way I observed to myself that there was already something more than, as the phrase is, met the eye in such response as I felt my friend had made. I had touched, without intention, more than one spring; I had set in motion more than one impulse. I found myself indeed quite certain of this after she had come back in her hat and her jacket. She was different—her idea had flowered; and she smiled at me from under her tense veil, while she drew over her firm, narrow hands a pair of fresh gloves, with a light distinctly new. "Please tell your friend that I'm greatly obliged to both of you and that I take the order."
"Good. And to give him all his good looks?"
"It's just to do that that I accept. I shall make him supremely beautiful—and supremely base."
"Base?" I just demurred.
"The finest gentleman you'll ever have seen, and the worst friend."
I wondered, as I was startled; but after an instant I laughed for joy. "Ah well, so long as he's not mine! I see we shall have him," I said as we went, for truly I had touched a spring. In fact I had touched the spring.
It rang, more or less, I was presently to find, all over the place. I went, as I had promised, to report to Mrs. Bridgenorth on my mission, and though she declared herself much gratified at the success of it I could see she a little resented the apparent absence of any desire on Miss Tredick's part for a preliminary con-
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