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 “I don’t believe you ever played this game before.”

“T am out of practice,” he admitted contrite- ly, “but I hope to improve. You must teach me, Andromeda. I promise rapid progress.”

While he prepared the strawberries and cream she leant back in her chair, watching him through half-closed lids. She was not dissatis- fied with what she saw. The face had many; points which appealed to her. The nose was straight, the forehead well developed, the mouth clean-cut and firm. She rather thought that behind the lazy indolence and indifference of his manner there was a latent energy and resource which might be cultivated with profit. Like so many men of his class, he had allowed the best that was in him to lie fallow, hiding beneath that worldly air of nonchalance the true and serious relation of man to life.

As he turned towards her she entirely closed her eyes. He leant forward and kissed them. She looked up smiling.

“Andromeda,” he said, “you have the ie liest lids in the world.”

“T am glad you think so. I want you to