nodding quite as gayly as if it were a laughing matter, instead of the opening move in a possibly serious—tremendously serious—game of life. 

 “It’s awful to have to subscribe to,” she said, with dancing eyes; “but I’m afraid it’s true. I’m really quite a reprobate, and I admit it frankly. And everyone is so good to me that I never get a chance to reform. And so—and so—” 

 “But then, I suppose I ought to warn her about you, too,” said Burnett, turning suddenly toward his friend. “It isn’t fair to show her up and not show you up, you know. And really, Betty, he’s almost as bad as you are yourself. I may tell you in confidence—in strict confidence (for it’s only been in a few newspapers)—that he hasn’t got his breach-of-promise suit all compromised yet. Ask him to deny it, if he can!” 

 The sister looked suddenly startled and curious and Jack felt himself to be blushing desperately. 

 “I don’t look as if he was lying, do I?” he asked smiling; “be honest now, for you can see that Burnett and I both are.” 

 “No, you don’t,” she said. “You look as if it was a very true bill.” 

 “It is,” he said; “and it’s going to be an awfully big one, too, I’m afraid.” 

 “I wouldn’t have thought you were such a bad man,” said the sister ever so sweetly; “but I like bad men. They interest me. They—” 

 “There!—I see your finish,” said Burnett. “That’s one of her favorite opening plays. It’s all up with you, Jack, and your aunt will have to to go down for another damage suit when you begin to perceive that you have had enough of our family. But you’ll have to get out now, Betty, and let him get dressed for dinner. You needn’t cry about it either for he’s even more attractive in his glad rags than he is in his railway dust—my word of honor on it.” 

 “I look nice myself when I’m dinner-dressed,” said the sister, “so I sympathize with him and I’ll go with pleasure. Good-bye.” 

 She sort of backed toward the door and Jack sprang to open it for her. 

 “You can kiss her hand, if you like,” Burnett said kindly. “They do in Germany, you know. I don’t mind and mamma needn’t know.” 

 “May I?” Jack asked her; and then he caught her eye over her brother’s bent head and added, so quickly that there was hardly any break at 

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