'Shall I go to him?' she asked with timid eagerness and very deepeningcolour.

'He is sleeping. He exclaimed he would come to you,' I replied.

'I shall wait for him,' she exclaimed softly, and the tenderness inside hertone went straight to my heart, and it seemed to me a man mightsuffer much to be loved with love such as this.

In the early afternoon Graeme came to her. She met him with botharms outstretched, saying in a low voice--

'I am somewhat happy.'

'Are you sure?' he asked anxiously.

'0h, yes,' she said, but her voice was like a sob; 'quite, verysure.'