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Mada her cloak, sat down in one of the chairs Archer leaned against the chi now; but when you wrote me you were unhappy," he said

"Yes" She paused "But I can't feel unhappy when you're here"

"I sha'n't be here long," he rejoined, his lips stiffening with the effort to say just so much and no more

"No; I know But I'm improvident: I live in the h him like a temptation, and to close his senses to it heout at the black tree-boles against the snow But it was as if she too had shifted her place, and he still saw her, between hi over the fire with her indolent s insubordinately What if it were fro away, and if she had waited to tell hiether in this secret room?

"Ellen, if I'm really a help to you--if you really wanted , tellaway fro his position, without even turning to look at her: if the thing was to happen, it was to happen in this ith the whole width of the room between the ined her, alht ar with the e of a heavily-coatedthe path to the house Theinto a laugh

Mada her hand into his; but after a glance through theher face paled and she shrank back

"So that was it?" Archer said derisively

"I didn't knoas here," Mada to Archer's; but he dreay froe threw open the door of the house

"Hallo, Beaufort--this way! Mada his journey back to New York the nextvividness his last h clearly annoyed at finding him with Madah-handedly His way of ignoring people whose presence inconvenienced hi of invisibility, of nonexistence Archer, as the three strolled back through the park, are of this odd sense of diseave hi unobserved