Besides, you said she would like me. Isn't that enough reason for a man? Chin a little lower, please."
"I said you would like her," said Anna, slowly. "Do you - do you think you would?"
"What do you think?" he asked, smiling at her sudden earnestness. She laughed.
"I think she would irritate you beyond measure! And you would hate her for being frivolous, and she would hate you for being serious."
"Decidedly, we had better not be introduced," said Askett.
The next day, the door was ajar when she arrived, and she pushed it open and walked in without knocking.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and then paused and reddened with pleasure.
"Hullo! it's you, is it?" said Askett, coming forward. "What's up now?"
"Flowers! How beautiful! Where did they come from? I thought you never had any. Oh, doesn't it make the whole place look different?"
"They're all right, I suppose," he replied, indifferently. "Flowers always are. I'm glad you like them, they'll help you not to feel bored, perhaps. You curious child, to make all that fuss over a lot of daffodils! Does the other Anna like flowers as much as you do?"
She turned away with a little movement of dissatisfaction. Of course it was absurd, but for all that she found it impossible to control her growing jealousy for the other Anna.
After that, there were always flowers when she came for a sitting, and she came very often indeed. For Askett was at work
