"
"I should think so, indeed! She was--well, not a beauty exactly, but
too weirdly fascinating."
"She hasn't changed. Only she looked scared at the sight of us. And
she's thinner in the face. Her eyes seemed to have grown too big for
it. Ena said Petro mustn't find out where she is. Rather rum--what?"
"Is this the thing that's made you so grumpy ever since?"
"I don't know that I've been grumpy. Only a bit reflective. The fact
is---"
"What?"
"Never mind. It wouldn't sound very nice."
"Who cares how it sounds? You might tell me, now we've got so far."
"Well, then, sometimes I wonder whether--the game's worth the candle.
Whatever the rotten old proverb means!"
Eileen had no difficulty in understanding the allusion.
"She's got heaps of good things about her," the girl reminded him,
being as loyal as was humanly possible to her hostess.
"Heaps. They're simply piled up in the corners of her nature. But I
seemed to have wandered into an empty place to-day. By Jove, Eily, I
thought I'd made up my mind. I'm fond of the old place at home, and
I'd like, to see it done up properly. It isn't as if I'd ever care
tuppence again about any girl on earth after--Kathleen.
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