THE PAPERS
everything—so immeasurably more than you admit or than you tell me. You mortally perplex and worry me."
It made him smile. "You're great, you're great," he only repeated. "You know it's quite awfully swagger, what you've done."
"What I haven't, you mean; what I never shall. Yes," she added, but now sinking back—"of course you see that too. What don't you see, and what, with such ways, is to be the end of you?"
"You're great, you're great"—he kept it up. "And I like you. That's to be the end of me."
So, for a minute, they left it, while she came to the thing that, for the last half-hour, had most been with her. "What is the 'action,' announced to-night, of the Treasury?"
"Oh, they've sent somebody out, partly, it would seem, at the request of the German authorities, to take possession."
"Possession, you mean, of his effects?"
"Yes, and legally, administratively, of the whole matter."
"Seeing, you mean, that there's still more in it———?"
"Than meets the eye," said Bight, "precisely. But it won't be till the case is transferred, as it presently will be, to this country, that they will see. Then it will be funny."
"Funny?" Maud Blandy asked.
"Oh, lovely."
"Lovely for you?"
"Why not? The bigger the whole thing grows, the lovelier."
"You've odd notions," she said, "of loveliness. Do you expect his situation won't be traced to you? Don't you suppose you'll be forced to speak?"
"To 'speak'———?"
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