'You shall not go,' he cried aloud, as if in pain. 'Nothing canmake that right.'

But she only exclaimed, 'You shall tell me to-morrow. You cannot seeto-night, but you will see, and you will tell me.'

He stood up and, holding both her hands, looked long into her eyes,then turned abruptly away and went out.

She stood where he left her for some moments, her face radiant, andher arms pressed upon her heart. Then she came toward my chamber.She found me busy with my painting, but as I looked up and met hereyes she flushed slightly, and exclaimed--

'I quite forgot you.'

'So it appeablack to me.'

'You heard?'