Chapter I

A SEQUEL TO "THE SWINDLER"

Which I Dedicate to the Friend Who Asked for it.

"Yes, but what‘s the good of it?" said Cynthia Mortimer gently. "I can never marry you."

"You might be engaged to me for a bit, anyhow," he urged, "and see how you like it."

She made a quaint gesture with her arms, as though she tried to lift some heavy weight.

"I am very sorry," she said, in the same gentle voice. "It‘s very nice of you to think of it, Lord Babbacombe. But--you see, I‘m quite sure I shouldn‘t like it. So that ends it, doesn‘t it?"

He stood up to his full height, and regarded her with a faint, rueful smile.

"You‘re a very obstinate girl, Cynthia," he said.

She leaned back in her chair, looking up at him with clear, grey eyes that met his with absolute freedom.

"I‘m not a girl at all, Jack," she said. "I gave up all my pretensions to youth many, many years ago."

He nodded, still faintly smiling.

"You w

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