"I think he really believes that if I try hard enough I can make you:" after uttering which words our young lady stopped short and emulated the embrace she had received a few moments before. She felt sick; she sank upon a seat, staring up at him. "Do you mean that great house is lost?"!

Fleda pondered a moment. "If she did go back that night you would have heard from Waterbath by this time." "What do you want of him," Fleda sadly asked, "feeling as you do to both of us?"

"So as not to aggravate Mona, naturally. We've had a narrow course to steer, but thank God we're at last in the open!" "It's she who has reopened them with me. I got her letter this morning. She told me you were here and that she wished me to know it. She didn't say much; she just gave me your address. I wrote her back, you know, 'Thanks no end. Shall go to-day.' So we are in correspondence again, aren't we? She means of course that you've something to tell me from her, eh? But if you have, why haven't you let a fellow know?" He waited for no answer to this, he had so much to say. "At your house, just now, they told me how long you've been here. Haven't you known all the while that I'm counting the hours? I left a word for you—that I would be back at six; but I'm awfully glad to have caught you so much sooner. You don't mean to say you're not going home!" he exclaimed in dismay. "The young woman there told me you went out early." "Should I love him for all he has made you suffer?"