This letter from Alice to Kate, Vavasor read over and over again, though Kate's letter to himself, which was the longer one, he had thrown aside after the first glance. There was nothing that he could learn from that. He was as good a judge of the manner in which he would play his own game as Kate could be; but in this matter he was to learn how he would play his game from a knowledge of the other girl's mind. "She'll never marry him, at any rate," he said to himself, "and she is right. He'd make an upper servant of her; very respectable, no doubt, but still only an upper servant. Now with me;--well, I hardly know what I should make of her. I cannot think of myself as a man married." Then he threw her letter after Kate's, and betook himself to his newspaper and his cigar.

This letter from Alice to Kate, Vavasor read over and over again. He wished to learn how he would play his game from a knowledge of Alice's mind.
"She'll never marry him, at any rate," he said to himself, "and she is right. He'd make an upper servant of her. Now with me;- well, I hardly know what I should make of her. I cannot think of myself as a married man." Then took up his newspaper and cigar.
