And when you do understand, it needn't make your existence a burden to you to fancy you must tell me." Oh he was so kind--kinder than ever now.

"The thing is, you see, that _I_ haven't a conscience.

I only want my fun." They had on this a second look, also decidedly comfortable, though discounted, as the phrase is, by the other, which had really in its way exhausted the possibilities of looks.

"Oh I want MY fun too," said Nanda, "and little as it may strike you in some ways as looking like it, just this, I beg you to believe, is the real thing.

What's at the bottom of it," she went on, "is a talk I had not long ago with mother." "Oh yes," Van returned with brightly blushing interest.