CHAPTER XVIII "At the Registrar's, like a pair of low atheists."!

Fleda thought again. "Then, even in the event of her mother's not having got home till the morning, you would have had your letter at the latest to-day. You see she has had plenty of time." "Neither do I, as yet. I must think—I must pray!" the girl pursued, smiling. "I can only say to you that I'll try. I want to try, you know—I want to help you." He stood looking at her so long on this that she added with much distinctness: "So you must leave me, please, quite alone with her. You must go straight back."

"Oh, how in the world can you fancy?" She spoke in a shocked tone. Fleda wondered, but she also smiled. "To-night—to-morrow?" CHAPTER VII