"Do you dislike my mind-reading ?" she asked, and, across their two just touching shoulders, gave him her sudden look of smiling wistfulness.

"Do you hate it ?" He shook his head.

"No, I don't," he said, gravely.

"It's quite pleasant.

But I think it says, 'Gentlemen, beware!'" She instantly moved away from him, with the lawless and frank laugh of one who is delighted to be caught in a piece of hypocrisy.