'A little more,' said Mr Vince, 'and I shall begin to think you don't like it.
Surprising incidents, as Mr Vince would have said, are the zero on the roulette-board of life.
And then, shaking her like an electric shock, came a voice that she knew--the pleasant voice of Mr Vince.
'I've seen you several times out here since I arrived, Miss Warden,' said Mr Vince. 'Four in all,' he added, precisely.
Mr Vince appeared to be a young man who wasted no time on conventional conversation-openings.
'You will before we've done,' said Mr Vince, confidently.
Mr Vince, meanwhile, chatted cheerfully, and pointed out objects of interest by the wayside.
'Till tomorrow evening,' said Mr Vince. 'I shall be coming to dinner.'
When, on the following evening, Ruth returned from the stroll on the Promenade which she always took after leaving the mont-de-piete , with a feeling of irritation towards things in general, this feeling was not diminished by the sight of Mr Vince, very much at his ease, standing against the mantelpiece of the tiny parlour.
Ruth's ideas on the subject of Mr Vince as the days went by were chaotic.
'I didn't know you were an artist, Mr Vince,' she said, handing it back.
Mr Vince removed the hand that was patting Ruth's shoulder and waved it reassuringly at him.