"She smiled slowly. "You _can_ say nice things, can"t you, Mr.

Ballard? But that doesn"t quite exculpate Mr. Benham."

""I"m sure," said Jerry very gravely, "that you"re the most beautiful creature I"ve ever seen!"

"Her fishing prospered. Her eyelashes lowered so that we both could see how long they were and when she raised them again and looked at Jerry her eyes were opened wide.

""That is the greatest compliment I"ve ever received in my life," she said evenly. "I hope you mean it, Mr. Benham."

""I shouldn"t have said it if I didn"t think so," said Jerry quickly.

"Something in the positive way he spoke pleased her again for she smiled bewitchingly, effacing me completely. I think we"re going to be very good friends," she said, moving up on the divan a little nearer to him. "Of course, it takes more than the aesthetic appeal to bring two sensible people together," she murmured. "It is not the eye which must catch the reflection, but the mind. You"ve thought a good deal--and studied? Men are so vapid nowadays." She sighed. "I hope some day you will think I"m clever enough for you to talk to me about things."

"She was playing up to him, you see, I think that Jerry is the most extraordinary male animal that has ambled into her vision this winter.

""I"d be glad to. Of course you"re different from anything I ever saw before," said Jerry. "I"ve always thought of nature as the most beautiful thing in the world. Now I seem to be just as sure that art is."

"That rather took her aback, but she didn"t turn a hair.

""You think all this--superfluous?"

""Not superfluous, perhaps. Merely artificial."

""Am I artificial?"

""Yes," bluntly! "I don"t understand it at all. But it"s singularly effective. It"s like night with only one star visible--"

""The more visible," I put in, "for being Venus."

"She looked at me slantways. "I"m sorry you said that, Mr. Ballard.

Venus is not my G.o.ddess. Diana--"

""The Huntress," I broke in again.

""Pallas Athene, the guardian and guide of heroes," she countered neatly.

""I"m glad you don"t like Venus, Miss Van Wyck," put in Jerry quickly.

"She made a lot of trouble, just because she was pretty. Diana--she _was_ the right sort, no sentimental rot for her."

""Of course. Sentiment _is_ rot and so sloppy."

"Jerry laughed ingenuously. "That"s a good word," he said. "Imagine Diana being sloppy."

""Women aren"t nearly as sentimental as they used to be. As a woman"s weapon hysteria has gone to the dust heap. Women are learning independence. You believe in women thinking for themselves, don"t you?"

""Of course," said Jerry. "But they don"t, do they?"

""_I_ do. It"s one of my gospels to be self-sufficient. Don"t you believe me?"

""I"d like to, you"re so lovely to look at. I"d like to think you were perfect in everything."

"He refreshed her. Her artificialities one by one were falling away from her like discarded garments. And yet I was not sure that it wasn"t artifice that was discarding them. She was very clever. I might have guessed it, had I noticed earlier the volumes by Freud and Strindberg on the little ebony side table."

Ballard paused a moment to light a fresh cigarette.

"Bah!" I muttered contemptuously.

He looked over at me thoughtfully. "You may sneer, Pope, my boy," he commented. "But this sort of thing has come to stay. The infants are imbibing it with their bottles--self-expression, self-a.n.a.lysis and all that."

"But this girl is dangerous," I remarked.

"I imagine she is," he said calmly. "At any rate, she"s going to prove or disprove your precious hypothesis."

"I"m not afraid for Jerry," I growled. "No chameleon will change _his_ color. What else did she say?"

"She was very much pleased at Jerry"s compliment.

""Someone has taught you to be very polite," she said with a smile.

""Polite?" asked Jerry. "Merely because I was hoping you weren"t flabby?"

""Well, I"m not flabby," she smiled indulgently. "I hate flabby people."

""I don"t see any reason why a woman should be different from a man,"

Jerry went on. "Men don"t cry, why should women? I"ve always thought the Greeks were right. To me there"s only one sin the world and that"s weakness."

"You"ll pardon me, Pope, if I say that he sounded very much like you,"

he laughed. "He had the preaching tone, the a.s.sertiveness. It was most amusing. Imagine the paradox, this babe, an ascetic and this worldling, a sybarite, meeting upon a common ground! For I really believe she was sincere about her self-sufficiency. Whatever her tastes, she"s no weakling."

"But she"s trivial, a smatterer, a decadent--"

"And handsome," laughed Ballard. "Don"t forget that."

"Mere looks will never ensnare Jerry."

"I hope not, but she"ll teach him a thing or two before she"s through with him."

I was silent for some moments, and then: "What else do you know of this girl?" I asked.

"Nothing. I"ve painted you the picture as well as I could. The conversation that followed was unimportant. Her remarks became guarded and later descended to the mere commonplace."

"She _is_ dangerous," I said.

"I"ve warned Jerry. He laughed at me."

"When was this call?" I asked.

"The day before yesterday."

"And where is Jerry today?"