Wade¹ was relieved to find that Eve's manner toward him had undergone no change by reason of his impromptu² declaration. They met quite as before, and if there was any embarrassment³ on the part of either of them it was not on hers. During the next few days it happened that he seldom found himself alone with her for more than a few moments, but it did not occur to him that Chance alone was not responsible. As Wade understood it, it was a period of truce⁴, and he was careful not to give word or look that might be construed⁵ into a violation⁶ of terms. Perhaps he overdid⁷ it a little, for there were times, usually when he was not looking, when Eve shot speculating, slightly puzzled glances at him. Perhaps she was thinking that such subjects as last night's thunder storm, dormer windows, and the apple crop outlook were not just what a declared lover might be supposed to choose for conversation. Once or twice, notably⁸ toward the end of the week, and when she had been presumably making up her mind for three days, she exhibited signs of irritability⁹ and impatience¹⁰. These Wade construed as evidences of boredom¹¹ and acted upon as such, cheerfully taking himself off.  
The house-warming, as Wade chose to call his dinner-party, came off on Saturday night. Wade had moved his bed back to the guest-room upstairs and the sitting-room¹² had regained¹³ its former character. In this room and in the parlor¹⁴ and dining-room bowls and vases of pink roses—which had come from Boston on ice in great wooden boxes, and about which the village at large was already excitedly speculating—stood in every available spot. But if Eden Village found subject for comment in the extravagant¹⁵ shipment of roses, imagine its wonderment when it beheld¹⁶, shortly after six o'clock, Doctor Crimmins parading magnificently up the street in swallow-tailed coat and white vest, a costume which Miss Cousins was certain he had not worn in twenty years!
 
Wade and his guests sat on the new side porch while awaiting dinner and Wade came in for a lot of praise for the improvements he had worked in his garden, praise which he promptly¹⁷ disclaimed¹⁸ in favor of Miss Mullett.
 
"Goodness only knows what I'd have done if it hadn't been for her," he laughed. "I wanted to plant American Beauty roses and maiden-hair fern all over the place. I even think I had some notion of growing four-dollar orchids¹⁹ on the pear trees. The idea of putting in things that would really grow was entirely²⁰ hers."
 
"I like the idea of planting the old-fashioned, hardy²¹ things," said the Doctor. "They're the best, after all. Asters and foxgloves and deutzia and snowballs and all the rest of them."
 
"And phlox," said Wade. "They told us we were planting too late, but the phlox has buds on it already. Come and see it."
 
So they trooped down the new gray steps and strolled around the garden, Wade exhibiting proudly and miscalling everything, and Miss Mullett gently correcting him.
 
Their travels took them around the house and finally to the gate in the hedge, over the arch of which Miss Mullett was coaxing²² climbing roses. When they turned back Eve and the Doctor walked ahead.
 
"Eve told me once such a quaint²³ thing about that gate," said Miss Mullett. "It seems that when she was a little girl and used to play in the garden over there, she imagined all sorts of queer things, as children will. And one of them was that some day a beautiful prince would come through the gate in the hedge and fall on his knee and ask her to marry him. Such a quaint idea for a child to have, wasn't it?"
 
"Yes," answered Wade thoughtfully. There was silence for a moment, and then he glanced down and met Miss Mullett's gaze. He laughed ruefully.
 
"Do you think I look much like a prince?" he asked.
 
"Do looks matter," she said, gently, "if you are the prince?"
 
"Perhaps not, but—I'm afraid I'm not."
 
Thereupon Miss Mullett did a most unmaidenly thing. She found Wade's hand and pressed it with her cool, slim fingers.
 
"If I were a prince," she replied, "I'd be afraid of nothing."
 
There was just time to return the pressure of her hand and give a grateful look into the kindly²⁴ face, and then they were back with the others on the porch.
 
That dinner was an immense success from every standpoint, Mrs. Prout cooked like cordon²⁵ bleu, Zephania, all starch²⁶ and frills and excitement, served like a—but no, she didn't; she served in a manner quite her own, bringing on the oysters²⁷ with a whispered aside to Wade that she had "most forgot the ice," introducing the chicken with a triumphant²⁸ laugh, and standing²⁹ off to observe the effect it made before returning to the kitchen for the new potatoes, late asparagus, and string-beans, so tiny that Mrs. Prout declared it was a sin and a shame to pick them. There was a salad of lettuce³⁰ and tomatoes, and the Doctor, with grave mien³¹, prepared the dressing³², tasting it at every stage and uttering congratulatory "Ha's!" And there were plenty of strawberries and much cake—Zephania's very best maple-layer—and ice-cream from Manchester, a trifle soft, but, as Eve maintained, all the better when you put it over the berries. And—breathe it softly lest Eden Village hear—there was champagne³³! Eve and Miss Mullett treated it with vast respect, but the Doctor met it metaphorically³⁴ with open arms, as one welcomes an old friend, and, under its gentle influence, tossed aside twenty years and made decorous, but desperate, love to Miss Mullett. And then, to continue the pleasant formality of the occasion, the ladies withdrew to the parlor, and Wade and the Doctor smoked two very stout³⁵ and very black cigars and sipped³⁶ two tiny glasses of brandy.
 
In the parlor Miss Mullett turned to Eve in excited trepidation³⁷. "My dear," she asked, in a thrilling whisper, "do you think I took too much champagne? My cheeks are positively³⁸ burning!"
 
"I don't know," laughed Eve, "but the color is very becoming, dear."
 
"But I shouldn't want Mr. Herrick to think—"
 
"He won't," replied Eve, soothingly³⁹. "No matter how intoxicated⁴⁰ you got, I'm sure he is too much of a gentleman to think any such thing."
 
"Any such thing as what?"
 
"Why, what you said."
 
"But I hadn't said!" declared Miss Mullett, sinking tragically⁴¹ onto the couch. Whereupon Eve laughed, and Miss Mullett declared that rather than have the gentleman think her the least bit—well—the very least bit, you understand!—she would go right home. And Eve was forced to assure her with serious face that she wasn't the least bit, and wasn't in any danger of becoming so. Miss Mullett was comforted and Eve, who had been standing by the marble-topped table, idly opened a book lying there. It wasn't a very interesting volume, from her point of view, being a work on metallurgy. She turned to the front and found Wade's name written on the fly-leaf, and was about to lay it down when she caught sight of a piece of paper marking a place. With no thought of prying⁴², she opened the book again. The paper proved to be an empty envelope addressed to Wade in typewritten characters. In the upper left-hand corner was an inscription⁴³ that interested her: "After five days return to The Evelyn Mining Co., Craig's Camp, Colo."
 
She studied the words for a long minute. Then she smiled and closed the book again. Oddly enough, both she and Wade had discovered each other's secrets that evening.
 
When the men joined them the Doctor suggested whist. Wade protested his stupidity, but was overruled and assigned to Miss Mullett as partner.
 
"If you played like John Hobb," declared the Doctor, "you'd win with Miss Mullett for partner."
 
Eve and Wade desired to know who John Hobb was, and the Doctor was forced to acknowledge him a quite mythical⁴⁴ character, whose name in that part of the world stood proverbially for incompetence⁴⁵. After that when any of the four made a mistake he or she was promptly dubbed⁴⁶ John Hobb. For once the unwritten law was unobserved, and it was long past ten when the party broke up, Eve and the Doctor having captured the best of a series of rubbers. After they had gone Wade put out the downstair lights and............