And then she wished to get the credit of being very frank."
"Good heavens, how you must have analysed her!" cried my companion, staring.
"There is nothing so analytic as disillusionment. But there it is. She married Camerino."
"Yes, I don't like that," said Stanmer. He was silent a while, and then he added—"Perhaps she wouldn't have done so if you had remained."
He has a little innocent way! "Very likely she would have dispensed with the ceremony," I answered dryly.
"Upon my word," he said, "you have analysed her!"
"You ought to be grateful to me. I have done for you what you seem unable to do for yourself."
"I don't see any Camerino in my case," he said.
"Perhaps among those gentlemen I can find one for you."
"Thank you," he cried; "I'll take care of that myself!" And he went away—satisfied, I hope.
10th.—He's an obstinate little wretch; it irritates me to see him sticking to it. Perhaps he is looking for his Camerino. I shall leave him at
