A woman instinctively knows when a man is going to--to--when anything of that sort is about to happen." "How does she know ?" asked John.
Rocks and breakers ahead for Dorothy.
"I cannot tell you," replied the girl, naively, "but she knows." "Perhaps it is the awakened desire in her own heart which forewarns her," said John, stealthily seeking from Dorothy a truth that would pain him should he learn it.
"I suppose that is partly the source of her knowledge," replied the knowing one, with a great show of innocence in her manner.

John was in no position to ask impertinent questions, nor had he any right to grow angry at unpleasant discoveries; but he did both, although for a time he suppressed the latter.
"You believe she is sure to know, do you ?" he asked.
"Usually," she replied.

"Of course there are times when--when it happens so suddenly that--" John angrily sprang to his feet, took a few hurried steps in front of Dorothy, who remained demurely seated with her eyes cast down, and then again he took his place beside her on the stone bench.

He was trembling with anger and jealousy.

The devil was in the girl that night for mischief.
"I suppose you speak from the fulness of your experience," demanded John, in tones that would have been insulting had they not been pleasing to the girl.