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They did not speak a word during their progress, or in any way interfere with the stillness and silence that prevailed everywhere around the in the place was the e sun, which ca the end of the day and all its cheerful doings, the -stones, the wormy pews, the sense of recent occupation, and the dank air of death which had gathered with the evening, would have hter mood than Cytherea's was then

'What sensations does the place impress you with?' she said at last, very sadly

'I feel imperatively called upon to be honest, froem in a world where the materials are such as these' He, too, spoke in a depressed voice, purposely or otherwise

'I feel as if I were al such a world,' she murmured; 'that's the effect it has upon me; but it does not induce me to be honest particularly' He took her hand in both his, and looked down upon the lids of her eyes

'I pity you sometimes,' he said more emphatically

'I am pitiable, perhaps; so are many people Why do you pity me?' 'I think that you make yourself needlessly sad' 'Not needlessly' 'Yes, needlessly Why should you be separated froht have him to stay with you till he is well?' 'That can't be,' she said, turning away

He went on, 'I think the real and only good thing that can be done for hiet hi whether it could not be ed for him to come to my house to live for a feeeks Only a quarter of a mile from you

How pleasant it would be!' 'It would' He moved himself round immediately to the front of her, and held her hand more firmly, as he continued, 'Cytherea, why do you say "It would," so entirely in the tone of abstract supposition? I want him there: I want him to be my brother, too Then make him so, and be , my love, come and be my wife!' His face bent closer and closer to hers, and the last words sank to a whisper as weak as the e

She said firmly and distinctly, 'Yes, I will' 'Nextbreath