Mrs. Horncastle smiled, but could not resist a slight toss of her head.  “I believe they all do when they are sure of a man.”

“No!” said Barker eagerly, “you don’t understand.  I proposed to her because I thought I was rich.  In a foolish moment I thought I had discovered that some old stocks I had had acquired a fabulous value.  She believed it, too, but because she thought I was now a rich man and she only a poor girl—­a mere servant to her father’s guests—­she refused me.  Refused me because she thought I might regret it in the future, because she would not have it said that she had taken advantage of my proposal only when I was rich enough to make it.”

“Well?” said Mrs. Horncastle incredulously, gazing straight before her; “and then?”

“In about an hour I discovered my error, that my stocks were worthless, that I was still a poor man.  I thought it only honest to return to her and tell her, even though I had no hope.  And then she pitied me, and cried, and accepted me.  I tell it to you as her friend.”  He drew a little nearer and quite fraternally laid his hand upon her own.  “I know you won’t betray me, though you may think it wrong for me to have told it; but I wanted you to know how good she was and true.”

For a moment Mrs. Horncastle was amazed and discomfited, although she saw, with the inscrutable instinct of her sex, no inconsistency between the Kitty of those days and the Kitty now shamefully hiding from her husband in the same hotel.  No doubt Kitty had some good reason for her chivalrous act.  But she could see the unmistakable effect of that act upon the more logically reasoning husband, and that it might lead him to be more merciful to the later wrong.  And there was a keener irony that his first movement of unconscious kindliness towards her was the outcome of his affection for his undeserving wife.

“You said just now she was more practical than you,” she said dryly.  “Apart from this evidence of it, what other reasons have you for thinking so?  Do you refer to her independence or her dealings in the stock market?” she added, with a laugh.

“No,” said Barker seriously, “for I do not think her quite practical there; indeed, I’m afraid she is about as bad as I am.  But I’m glad you have spoken, for I can now talk confidentially with you, and as you and she are both in the same ventures, perhaps she will feel less compunction in hearing from you—­as your own opinion—­what I have to tell you than if I spoke to her myself.  I am afraid she trusts implicitly to Van Loo’s judgment as her broker.  I believe he is strictly honorable, but the general opinion of his business insight is not high.  They—­perhaps I ought to say he—­have been at least so unlucky that they might have learned prudence.  The loss of twenty thousand dollars in three months”—­

“Twenty thousand!” echoed Mrs. Horncastle.

“Yes.  Why, you knew that; it was in the mine you and she visited; or, perhaps,” he added hastily, as he flushed at his indiscretion, “she didn’t tell you that.”