seen of the way its great qualities were misused. In the conduct of this great enterprise he had seen a deplorable levity of outlook, a fatal lack of decision, an absence of any reasoned plan.
He shook his head.
"I feel that you of all people, Doña Rita, ought to be told the truth. I don't know exactly what you have at stake."
She was rosy like some impassive statue in a desert in the flush of the dawn.
"Not my heart," she said quietly. "You must believe that."
"I do. Perhaps it would have been better if you …"
"No, Monsieur le Philosophe. It would not have been better. Don't make that serious face at me," she went on with tenderness in a playful note, as if tenderness had been her inheritance of all time and playfulness the very fibre of her being. "I suppose you think that a woman who has acted as I did and has not staked her heart on it is … How do you know to what the heart responds as it beats from day to day?"
"I wouldn't judge you. What am I before the knowledge you were born to? You are as old as the world."
She accepted this with a smile. I who was innocently watching them was amazed to discover how much a fleeting thing like that could hold of seduction without the help of any other feature and with that unchanging glance.
"With me it is pun d'onor. To my first independent friend."
