Littlemore settled himself in his chair, with the feeling of a man who, knowing that he will have to pull, seeks to obtain a certain leverage. It was in a tone of light jocosity, almost of encouragement, however, that he repeated: "Into society? It seems to me you are in it already, with baronets for your adorers."
"That 's just what I want to know!" she said, with a certain eagerness. "Is a baronet much?"
"So they are apt to think. But I know very little about it."
"Ain't you in society yourself?"
"I? Never in the world! Where did you get that idea? I care no more about society than about that copy of the Figaro."
Mrs. Headway's countenance assumed for a moment a look of extreme disappointment, and Littlemore could see that, having heard of his silver-mine and his cattle-ranch, and knowing that he was living in Europe, she had hoped to find him immersed in the world of fashion. But she speedily recovered herself. "I don't believe a word of it. You know you 're a gentleman—you can't help yourself."
"I may be a gentleman, but I have none of the habits of one." Littlemore hesitated a moment, and then he added—"I lived too long in the great Southwest."
She flushed quickly; she instantly understood—understood even more that he had meant to say. But she wished to make use of him, and it was of
