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himself that permitted least of my going behind it, and it was only with the effect of
confirming my acceptance of it that, as I presently glanced about the room, I could
say“Then you didn’t undress at all?” He fairly glittered in the gloom. “Not at all. I sat
up and read.” “And when did you go down?” “At midnight. When I’m bad I am bad!”
“I see, I see-it’s charming. But how could you be sure I would know it?” “Oh, I
arranged that with Flora.” His answers rang out with a readiness! “She was to get up
and look out.” “Which is what she did do.” It was I who fell into the trap!
“So she disturbed you, and, to see-what she was looking at, you also lookedyou saw.”
“While you,” I concurred, “caught your death in the night air!” He literally bloomed so
from this exploit that he could afford radiantly to assent. “How otherwise should I
have been bad enough?” he asked. Then, after another embrace, the incident and our
interview closed on my recognition of all the reserves of goodness that, for his joke, he
had been able to draw upon.