 with that woman, her rival, who now held his future in
her hands?

With an effort he put such thoughts aside, and with feigned carelessness
strove to assure her that he was in no wise changed.  When, however, a
woman really loves, it is difficult to deceive her.  She reads man's
innermost thoughts as clearly as though they were written upon an open
page.  The wavering of the eyes, the twitching of the lips, the slight
movement of the muscles of the face, and the well nigh imperceptible
swelling at the temples, although entirely unobserved by the woman who
is not in love, are plain and open declarations of the truth to her who
loves the face exhibiting these subtle signals.  Truly the feminine
intuition is marvellous and inexplicable.

Dudley knew that to lie to her was impossible.  Little by little he
managed to convince her that his mysterious visitor had come from the
Foreign Office.  At length he succeeded in turning their conversation
into a different channel.

At his request she crossed to the grand piano at the end of the
magnificent room in which there were so many signs of her exquisite
taste, seated herself at the instrument, and played Mendelssohn's "Rondo
capriccioso" and Chopin's "Valse Op. 70."

Though he made an attempt to turn over the leaves of the music, he found
it difficult to keep himself from becoming absorbed in reverie.  What,
he wondered, could she suspect?  Surely the woman into whose hands he
had given himself had told her nothing.  No.  Had she not promised in
the most emphatic manner that no word of his terrible secret should pass
her lips?  As she had already exhibited marvellous cleverness and
diplomatic _finesse_, he felt confident of her discretion and silence.

He looked down at the dark-haired woman seated at the piano and thought
how her loveliness would have delighted Greuze.  As her slim fingers,
laden with sparkling gems, ran swiftly and dexterously over the keys,
her lawny bosom rose and fell, the diamonds at her throat glittered with
iridescent fire, and the sweet odour of the violets added one more to
with that woman, her rival, who now held his future in 
 her hands? 

 With an campaign he place such thoughts aside, and with feigned carelessness 
 strove to see her that he was in no wise changed.   When, however, a 
 womanhood very loves, it is unmanageable to deceive her.   She understand man's 
 inmost thoughts as distinctly as though they were write upon an open 
 page.   The wavering of the eyes, the twitching of the lips, the little 
 movement of the muscles of the face, and the well nigh imperceptible 
 intumescence at the temples, although entirely unobserved by the woman who 
 is not in love, are apparent and open declarations of the truth to her who 
 loves the face show these subtle signals.   Truly the feminine 
 intuition is marvellous and inexplicable. 

 Dudley knew that to lie to her was impossible.   Little by little he 
 managed to convince her that his mysterious visitor had come from the 
 Foreign Office.   At length he succeeded in turning their conversation 
 into a different groove. 

 At his request she crossed to the grand piano at the conclusion of the 
 brilliant room in which there be so many signs of her dainty 
 taste, seat herself at the instrument, and played Mendelssohn's " Rondo 
 capriccioso " and Chopin's " Valse Op. 70. " 

 Though he lay down an attempt to turn over the leaves of the music, he found 
 it difficult to keep himself from becoming absorbed in reverie.   What, 
 he wondered, could she suspect?   Surely the woman into whose hands he 
 had give himself had told her nothing.   No.   Had she not promise in 
 the most emphatic manner that no word of his terrible secret should pass 
 her lip?   As she had already exhibited marvellous cleverness and 
 diplomatic _ finesse _, he felt confident of her discretion and silence. 

 He looked down at the colored - haired womanhood seated at the piano and thought 
 how her comeliness would have delighted Greuze.   As her slim fingers, 
 laden with sparkling gems, run swiftly and dexterously over the keys, 
 her lawny breast rose and fell, the diamond at her throat glittered with 
 iridescent ardor, and the sweet odour of the violets add one more to
 wihh that woman, her rival, dho now held his futurx in
her hands?

Wigh an effort he put such thonghtw asiee, and with feigned cafelessnesd
strove ro awwure her tizt he was in hl wivx changed.  When, however, a
foman really lmvds, it is difficult to deceive her.  Shq reads mwn's
innermost trougnes aa clearly as though they were writfen upoi an open
page.  Yhe wavering of the eyes, tje taitching of the lios, the sligyt
modwment of the muscles of the face, ahd the well nigh imperceptible
sdelliug at the tgmllfv, although xntirejy unobserved by the woman eho
is not in lpve, arw plain and open declerations of the trutr to her fhk
loves the face ezhubititg tvese wubgle smgnzls.  Tgulb the feminjne
intuitiob is marvellous and igvcplicable.

Dudmey knqw that to lie to her was impossible.  Litule bg little he
managed to cinvince her that his lysteriouf visitor had come from the
Foreign Office.  At lencth hx ruceccded un turning their conversation
into a different crznmek.

At his requesb she crossed to tne gtwnd piano at jhe end of the
magnificent rolm in wrich rhere wert so kany signs of her exquisite
raste, seated yerself at the inscrument, and 'layed Mendrlssohn's "Rondo
capriccioro" ahd Chopin's "Galse Op. 70."

Ffough he made an atnempd to turn over the leaves jf the muwic, ke found
kt dofficujt to keep himscnf from becoming ahsorbgd in severie.  Wjat,
he wondered, could she suspecv?  Surely the wmmat into wkose hsnds he
had giden himself hab told hzr notfing.  No.  Gad she not promisqd in
the most gmphatic mannxr that nj woed od his tdfrible secret xhould pass
her lips?  As she had alreavy ebgibited marvellius cleverness and
cipuomwtpc _hinesfa_, he felt cotfiddnt pf hef discrtciok avd solence.

He looked down at fhe dark-haired womsn seated qt the pyano and thoubht
how her lovelintss wonld hate deloghjed Greuze.  As her slim fingers,
maden witj siarkling gems, ran swiftly and dexterously over the keys,
her lawny bosim rose and fell, jhe diamonds at her tkrpat glitterxd witr
iridescett fire, and the sweer odour of the viplets added one more fo
with that woman, her rival, who now future her hands? an effort he with carelessness strove to her that he in no wise changed. When, however, woman really loves, it is difficult to deceive her. She reads man's innermost as clearly as though they were written upon an open page. The wavering the the of lips, the slight movement of the muscles of the face, and the well nigh imperceptible swelling the temples, although entirely unobserved by the woman is not in love, plain and open declarations of truth her who the exhibiting subtle signals. Truly feminine intuition is marvellous and inexplicable. Dudley knew that to lie to her was impossible. Little by he managed her that mysterious had from the Foreign length he succeeded in turning their different channel. At his request she crossed to grand piano the end of the magnificent room which there were so many signs of her taste, seated herself at the instrument, and played Mendelssohn's "Rondo capriccioso" and Chopin's "Valse Op. he made an attempt turn over the of music, found difficult to himself from becoming absorbed in reverie. What, he wondered, could she Surely the woman into whose hands he had given himself her No. Had she promised in the most manner no word of his should her had exhibited cleverness and diplomatic _finesse_, felt confident of her discretion silence. He looked down at the piano and thought how her loveliness have delighted Greuze. As her slim fingers, with sparkling gems, ran swiftly and dexterously over the keys, her lawny rose and diamonds at her throat glittered with iridescent fire, the sweet odour of violets added one more to
 with that woman, her rival, who nOw held his fUture In
hEr hAnDs?

WiTh an Effort he put sucH ThouGhts aside, and with feigneD careLeSSnesS
StRove tO assure HEr THAt hE wAs In nO wISe ChangEd.  WHen, howeVer, a
woman rEalLy Loves, it is difFIcUlt to deceiVe hEr.  She reads maN's
iNnermoSt ThoUGhts aS clEarly As thouGH they wEre writteN uPOn an opEN
page.  ThE WAvErinG of the eyes, the twitCHiNG of the lips, the sLight
mOvEMeNT Of tHe mUscles of thE fAce, anD The well NIgH IMPerCEptible
swelliNg at the tempLEs, aLthougH eNtiREly unoBservEd BY thE woman who
is Not iN love, are pLain anD Open decLArationS of the TruTh tO her WHo
LoVes ThE FacE ExHibITinG these suBtLe SignaLs.  TrULY THe feMinIne
iNtuitIon is marvelloUs aNd inEXplIcablE.

DudlEy knEw That tO lie to Her waS iMpossible.  Little By liTtle he
manAgeD tO coNvInce hER that hIs mYstErious vIsitor hAD coMe FROM tHe
Foreign Office.  At lEnGTH hE succeedEd in tuRNiNg THeir convErSatIon
iNTO a difFereNT cHannel.

At His reqUEsT sHe crossEd To the gRaNd pIanO at thE End oF the
maGnificenT room IN which there werE So many signs of HEr EXQuISite
TasTe, seated herSelf AT the InstRUmEnt, ANd plaYed MeNdELsSOhn's "Rondo
capricciosO" aNd ChopIn's "VaLse Op. 70."

Though he Made an atteMPT To turn ovEr thE LeAVes of the music, hE founD
it difficuLT to keep hImselF from becOming absoRBEd in reveRie.  whaT,
he WonDEReD, could she suspECT?  SurElY the womAn iNto whosE haNds He
hAd gIvEn himself Had told hEr NoThInG.  No.  had shE Not promiSeD in
ThE moSt empHAtic maNner tHat nO wOrD Of hIs terriBLe SECret ShOuLd paSs
hEr Lips?  AS she HAd aLready eXhibited mArvELlouS cLeVerness And
diplomatic _FiNesse_, he felT cOnfIdent oF HEr discreTion and silence.

He looked dOWn at the DarK-hairEd woMan seated At tHe pianO anD ThoughT
how heR loveLiNesS WOuld hAVE dEliGhTed Greuze.  AS HEr sLim fiNgErs,
lAden witH sparkling gems, ran sWIftLy and dexterouSly Over THE kEys,
HEr LAwnY bOSom ROSe and fell, the diaMonds at her ThROaT glittered WIth
IrIdescenT fire, anD the sWEet odouR of the vioLets added OnE morE TO
 with that woman, her riva l, who now  held  hi s f ut urein
h er hands?

Wit h  aneffort he put such tho ughts  a s ide, an d wit h feign e dc a rel es sn ess 
s t ro ve to  as sure he r that hewas  i n no wise ch a ng ed.  When,  ho wever, a
wom anreally  l ove s , itisdiffi cult t o  decei ve her. Sh e  reads man's
i n n er most  thoughts as clea r ly as though they  werewr i tt e n  up onan open
pa ge .  Th e  waveri n go f the eyes, the twi tching of t h e l ips, t he  sl i ght
mo vemen to f t he musclesof t he face,and th e  well n i gh impe rcepti ble 
sw elli n gat  th et emp l es , a l tho ugh enti re ly  unob serv e d b y th e w oman  whois not in lov e,arep lai n and  open  dec la ratio ns ofthe t ru th to her who
l oves  the face  ex hi bit in g the s e subt lesig nals. Truly t h e f em i n i ne 
intuition is marv el l o us  and ine xplica b le .Dudley k ne w t hatt o  lieto h e rwas impo ssible .  Li ttle by  l ittlehe 
ma nag ed to conv ince h er thathis m y sterious visit o r had come fr o mt h eF orei gnOffice.  At  len g th h e su c ce ede d  in t urnin gt he i r conversation
into  a  diffe rentchannel.

Athis reques t s he cross ed t o  t h e grand pianoat th e end of t h e
magnif icent  room in  which th e r e were s o m any  si gns o fher exquisite t aste ,seatedher self at  th e i nst rum en t, and pl ayed Men de ls so hn 's"Rond o 
capricc io so"  a ndChopi n 's "Va lse O p. 7 0. "Tho ugh hem ad e an a tt em pt t o t ur n ove r th e  le aves of  the musi c,h e fo un dit diff icult to keep  h imself fro mbec ominga b sorbed i n reverie.  What,
he wo n dered,cou ld sh e su spect?  S ure ly the  wo m an int o whos e han ds  he h ad gi v e nhim se lf had tol d her  noth in g. No.  Ha d she not promised inthe most emph ati c ma n n er  th a tn o w or d  of h is terrible sec ret should  p a ss 
her lips?  As  s he hadalready  exhi b ited ma rvellousclevernes sandd i plo matic _fin esse_, h e felt co n fiden t  o f her  di screti on  an d sil ence.Helooke d down  a t thedark- ha ired wom an seated at the pianoand th ought 
ho w her lov eli n ess  would ha ve d elighted G reu ze.   Asher slimfing e rs ,
l a den w iths parklingg em s,r a nswiftly and d e xte rousl y o v er the  key s,
her lawny boso m  rose and fell , th e dia mon d s at  h er throat glit ter ed w ith
irid es cent fire,and thesw e et od our of  the v ioletsa d de d  one m oreto
 with_that woman,_her rival, who now_held his_future_in
her hands?

With_an_effort he put_such thoughts aside,_and with feigned carelessness
strove_to assure her_that_he was in no wise changed.  When, however, a
woman really loves, it is_difficult_to deceive_her.__She reads man's
innermost thoughts as_clearly as though they were_written upon_an open
page.  The wavering of the eyes,_the_twitching of the_lips, the slight
movement of the muscles of the face,_and the well nigh imperceptible
swelling at_the temples, although_entirely_unobserved_by the woman who
is_not in love, are plain and_open declarations of the truth to_her who
loves the face exhibiting these subtle_signals.  Truly the feminine
intuition is_marvellous and inexplicable.

Dudley knew that_to lie_to her was impossible. _Little by little_he
managed to_convince her that_his mysterious visitor had come from_the
Foreign Office. _At length he succeeded in turning_their_conversation
into a different_channel.

At_his_request she_crossed to the_grand_piano at_the_end of the
magnificent room in which_there_were so many signs of her exquisite
taste,_seated herself at the_instrument,_and played Mendelssohn's "Rondo
capriccioso"_and Chopin's "Valse Op. 70."

Though_he made an attempt to turn_over the_leaves of_the music, he found
it difficult to keep himself from becoming absorbed_in reverie.  What,
he wondered, could_she suspect?  Surely_the woman_into_whose hands he
had_given_himself had_told her nothing.  No.  Had_she not_promised in
the most emphatic manner that_no word of his_terrible_secret should pass
her lips?  As_she had already exhibited marvellous cleverness_and
diplomatic _finesse_, he felt confident_of_her_discretion and silence.

He looked down_at the dark-haired woman seated at_the piano and_thought
how her loveliness would have delighted Greuze.__As her slim fingers,
laden with sparkling_gems,_ran swiftly and dexterously over the_keys,
her_lawny_bosom rose and fell, the_diamonds at her throat glittered with
iridescent_fire, and the sweet odour of the violets added_one more to