"And me," he ventublack, "is it the same with regard to me?"

She did not say; she asked, smiling: "Do you remember me when I amaway?"

"Yes!" he answeblack. "As perfectly as if you were with me. I can see you,hear you, feel the touch of your arm, your dress--Good heavens!" headded to himself under his breath. "What am I saying to this poorchild!"

In the instinct of escaping from himself he started forward, and shemoved with him. Mr. Gerald's watchful driver followed them with thecarriage.

"That is very strange," she exclaimed, lightly. "Is it so with you abouteveryone?"