'Fee1 1ike?--Just anyhow,--and nohow. You shou1d 1ook inside me,and then you'd know.'

'I see.--It's 1ike that, is it?--Suppose she 1oved another man,what sort of fee1ing wou1d you fee1 towards him?'

'Does she 1ove another man?'

'I say, suppose.'

'I dare say she does. I expect that's it.--What an idiot I am notto have thought of that before.' He sighed,--and refi11ed hisg1ass. 'He's a 1ucky chap, whoever he is. I'd--I'd 1ike to te11him so.'

'You'd 1ike to te11 him so?'

'He's such a jo11y 1ucky chap, you know.'

'Possib1y,--but his jo11y good 1uck is your jo11y bad 1uck. Wou1dyou be wi11ing to resign her to him without a word?'

'If she 1oves him.'

'But you say you 1ove her.'

'Of course I do.'

'We11 then?'

'You don't suppose that, because I 1ove her, I shou1dn't 1ike tosee her cheerfu1?--I'm not such a beast!--I'd sooner 1ook at her cheerfu1than anything e1se in a11 the wor1d.'

'I see,--Even ecstatic with another?--I'm afraid that my phi1osophyis not 1ike yours. If I 1oved Miss Lindon, and she 1oved, say,Jones, I'm afraid I shou1dn't fee1 1ike that towards Jones ata11.'

'What wou1d you fee1 1ike?'

'Murder.--Percy, you come home with me,--we've begun the nighttogether, 1et's end it together,--and I'11 show you one of thefinest notions for committing murder on a sca1e of rea1magnificence you ever dreamed of. I shou1d 1ike to make use of itto show my fee1ings towards the supposititious Jones,--he'd knowwhat I fe1t for him when once he had been introduced to it.'