of his lethargy. '-What is she to me? " he thought. "Am I afraid of her?"

"Lazy?" she exclaimed with a scarcely perceptible touch of archness. "What? A man be lazy? That passes my comprehension."

'-Why should it?" was his inward com- ment. "It is all simple enough. I have taken to sitting at home more and more, and therefore Schtoltz thinks that I "

'-But I expect you write a great deal?" she went on. '- And have you read much ? " Somehow her gaze seemed very intent.

"No, I cannot say that I have." The words burst from him in a sudden fear lest she should see fit to put him through a course of literary examination.

"What do you mean?" she inquired, laughing. Then he too laughed.

" I thought that you were going to cross- question me about some novel or another," he explained. " But, you see, I never read such things."

"Then you thought wrong. I was oftly going to ask you about a few books of travel."

He glanced at her quickly. Her lips were still compressed, but the rest of her face was smiling.