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 Northcote, who had recovered already his self-possession. "And if you do really succeed in making me shy, it may be shown to you one day as not the least of your works."

Her laughter rang out pure and clear like the tinkling of steel.

"Yes, he is clever," she said, "although he is so young. I am so pleased. I am sure to like you, Mr. Northcote; I like all men who are clever."

"Is it that you have so little to fear?"

Northcote was now returning her frank look of inquiry with a gaze of equal candor.

"Yes, there is truth in that," she said sagely.

"Are not the powerful among us the most vulnerable to your sex?" said Northcote gently.

"Yes, that is true also," she exclaimed, in a sort of glee. "Why has it not occurred to one before?"

"If you speak much with this gentleman," said Mr. Whitcomb, "he will tell you a large number of things that you will be surprised to think have not occurred to you before."

"He looks like that," said the lady, betraying a dimple. "I hope you don't mind my looking so much at your face, Mr. Northcote. It is one of those fascinating faces that seem to give a new meaning to old ideas."

"Yes, you are very well matched," said Mr. Whitcomb cheerfully; "and doubtless you will find a great deal to say to one another. But it will not be to-night, madam. Are you aware it is a quarter to two? Now suppose you play us a bit of a tune while we take a much-needed drink, and then I shall send you to bed."