"I cannot imagine," said Peter slowly, "the reason for any conversation about me."
"Nor I, when I look back. We seemed to talk about other things, but it always ended with you. Perhaps you were our one subject in common. Then she irritated me by her calm confidence. The world was good, everybody was good. She would find a safe occupation and all would be well."
"So you warned her against me," said Peter grimly.
"I told her you were human and that she was attractive. Shall I make 'way with myself?"
"Cui bono?" demanded Peter, smiling in spite of himself. "The mischief is done."
Dr. Gates looked up at him.
"I'm in love with you myself, Peter!" she said gratefully. "Perhaps it is the tie. Did you ever eat such a meal?"