"I wonder that you have--I have half a mind to say the impudence--to ask such a thing.

You have confessed your fickleness in an almost shameless way; and now you ask me to help you with the other girl! No, my lord: if I know anything of Brenda van Huysman's nature, there is no one who can help you except yourself.

Of course she might----" "Do you really think she might--I mean in that way ?" "Who am I that I should know the secrets of another woman's soul ?" she replied, with unhesitating prevarication.

"There she is.

Go and ask her, and take my best wishes with you.