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 She had never smirked at Anthony Jones, except on the first day.

'Lanice, it is so warm. If I spread my ulster upon this bench may we not sit for a little in the sunshine? If you are cold...'

'If I am cold I'll fasten up my cloak. Oh, you can smell Spring to-day, although it is months away! Oh, delicious!'

'I think,' said Augustus cunningly, 'Spring keeps her handkerchiefs in sachet. That is why the air is so sweet.'

Lanice had not thought about Spring and her handkerchiefs. Perhaps Spring merely snuffled.

'It is not to tell you of Spring, ma'am, that I am come to New York.'

'I know. You are here on pressing business.'

'Indeed, yes. The most important business of a man's life.'

Lanice gazed at him innocently. She had taken off her bonnet and the sunshine reflected on her sleek black head and, as Mr. Trainer noticed, bathed her pure brow.

'Mr. Trainer, I cannot imagine what you mean.'

'Once again I beg of you to consider me as your contracted husband.'

'But you could love any one. I want to be loved for myself. You only love a fancy portrait of me, sir. The truth is, I've had this so-called love of yours for years and never could find any earthly use to put such a thing to. Perhaps I do not want love.'

'I know...nothing carnal...'