one side, and having looked at it in vain for some time, looked at me because I didn't go on.

“Herbert,” said I, laying my hand upon his knee, “I love — I adore — Estella.”

Instead of being transfixed, Herbert replied in an easy matter-of-course way, “Exactly. Well?”

“Well, Herbert? Is that all you say? Well?”

“What next, I mean?” said Herbert. “Of course I know that.”

“How do you know it?” said I.

“How do I know it, Handel? Why, from you.”

“I never told you.