me.... I don't want you to give me anything more--do anything more for me.... When you first began to give me beautiful things I didn't want to take them. Do you remember how awkward and shy I was--how I blushed. But I always end by doing everything you wish.... And it seems to give us both so much pleasure--all you do for me.... But please _don't_ ask me to live without paying rent--" The limousine drew up by the curb; Clive jumped out, aided Athalie to descend; and started for the grilled door where a light glimmered. "This is not the house!" exclaimed Athalie, stopping short. "Where are you taking me, Clive?" "Come on," he said, "I merely want to