"And what follows? He begs you 'to fly with him, to share his fortunes,and be the good angel of his life.' 0f course you consent?"

There was no answer, for, standing erect before him, Miss Muir regardedhim with an expression of proud patience, like one who expectedreproaches, yet was too generous to resent them. Her manner had itseffect. Dropping his bitter tone, Coventry asked briefly, "Why do youshow me this? What can I do?"

"I show it that you may see how much in earnest 'the kid' is, and howopen I desire to be. You can control, advise, and comfort your brother,and help me to see what is my duty."

"You love him?" demanded Coventry bluntly.

"No!" was the quick, decided answer.