Oh, it is very clever!" "Forgive me," Kendal said, taking a step toward her.

"I am afraid it doesn't But I never intended you to see it." "Is it an order ?" she asked calmly.

"Ah, but that would not have been fair--not to show it to me first!" Kendal crimsoned.

"I beg," he said earnestly, "that you will not think such a thing possible.

I intended to destroy it--I don't know why I have not destroyed it!" "But why?
It is so good, so charming, so--so _true!_ You did it for your own amusement, then! But that was very selfish." For answer Kendal caught up a tube of Indian red, squeezed it on the crusted palette, loaded a brush with it, and dashed it across the sketch.