That *does* relieve my mind!' 'It might well - except that I fancy you don't care a straw how we may appear.' 'On the contrary! Think how much my credit would suffer!' She laughed, but shook her head. 'You don't care for that either. Or - or for anything, perhaps.' He was momentarily taken aback by this, but he replied without perceptible hesitation: 'Not profoundly.' She frowned, turning it over in her mind. 'Well, I can understand that that must be very comfortable, for if you don't care for anybody or anything you can't be cast into dejection, or become sick with apprehension, or even get into high fidgets. On the other hand, I shouldn't think you could ever be *aux anges* either. It wouldn't do for me: it would be too flat!