"That may be, but he is stupid. He is no match for you whom are sopretty, so fresh, so bright!"

She asked with a chuckle: "What have you against him?"

"I? Nothing!"

"Yes, you have. He is not all that you say he is."

"He is a fool, and an intriguer."

She glanced at him: "What ails you?"

He spoke as if tearing a secret from the depths of his heart: "I am--I am jealous of him."

She sometimes was astonished.

"You?"