I did not know you so long without gaining the power of guessing your thoughts.  I suggested a simple, natural relation, and as the result I have become a ‘conundrum.’  A charming title, truly!  I shall remain a simple, natural girl, and when you are through with your riddle theories perhaps you will treat me as I think you might in view of old times;” and she started swiftly toward the house.

“Madge!” cried Graydon, springing up and following her.

At that moment Miss Wildmere approached, and Madge gained the piazza and disappeared, leaving Graydon ill disposed toward himself and all the world, even including Miss Wildmere; for she had a charming color, and appeared not in the least a victim to ennui because of forced association with an objectionable party.  She came smilingly toward him, saying, “It’s too bad to interrupt your hot pursuit of another lady, but girls have not much conscience in such matters.”

“As long as you have conscience in other matters, it does not signify,” he answered, meaningly.

“Not conscience, but another organ, controls our action chiefly, I imagine,” she replied, with a glance that gave emphasis to her words of the previous evening, and she passed smilingly on.

Arnault soon followed her, spoke pleasantly to Graydon, and, having obtained a morning paper, was at once absorbed in its contents.

“He does not appear like a baffled suitor who has enjoyed only a veiled tolerance,” was Graydon’s thought.  “Things will come out all right in the end, I suppose, but they certainly are not proceeding as I expected.  Stella will be mine eventually—­it were treason to think otherwise—­but she is carrying it off rather boldly to keep Arnault so complacent at the same time.  As far as Madge is concerned, I’ve been a fool and made a mess of it.  How in the mischief has she been able to divine my very thoughts!  She is wrong in one respect, however.  If she had felt and acted toward me like a sister I would have been loyal to her, and would have compelled even Miss Wildmere to recognize her rights.  I am not so far gone but that I can act in a straightforward, honorable way.  My acceptance of her action was an afterthought, a philosophical way I have of making the best of everything.  I now believe that it has turned out for the best, but I have been guilty of no coldblooded calculation.  Very well, I’ll treat her as a simple, natural girl and my very good friend, and see how this course works.  Not that she is a simple girl.  I’ve met too many of that kind, and of those also who enshroud themselves in a cloud of little feminine mysteries, all transparent enough to one of experience; but Madge does puzzle me.  She has not explained herself with her fine burst of indignation.  Jove! how handsome she was!  She ever gives the impression that there is something back of all she says and does.  Even Henry feels it in his dim way, but that lightning flash made it clear that it is something of which