''
``Making love to Miss Stevens,'' replied she. ``And
very foolish it is of you. She's got a steady head
in that way.''
``You're mighty right,'' said he heartily. ``And I
admire her for that more than for anything else. I'd
trust her anywhere.''
``You're paying yourself a high compliment,''
laughed Cyrilla.
``How's that?'' inquired he. ``You're too subtle
for me. I'm a bit slow.''
Mrs. Brindley decided against explaining. It was
not wise to risk raising an unjust doubt in the mind
of a man who fancied that a woman who resisted him
would be adamant to every other man. ``Then I've got
to guess again?'' said she.
``I've been asking her to marry me,'' said Stanley,
who could contain it no longer. ``Mrs. B. was released
from me to-day by the court in Providence.''
``But SHE'S not free,'' said Cyrilla, a little severely.
Stanley looked confused, finally said: ``Yes, she is.
It's a queer story. Don't say anything. I can't
explain. I know I can trust you to keep a close mouth.
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