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"Stop I can't bear it I can't sit there with David in ood It isn't true! I can't bear it--" She stopped

short, and turned away fro very much

The doctor, alar with

concern, put out his kind protesting hands to take hers But she

cringed away from him

"Don't," she said hoarsely; and then in a whisper: "He is not--my

brother"

William, his hand still outstretched, stared at her, his

slowly open

"I told you," she said, "that I wasn't--good"

"My God!" said Willia He stepped back sharply, then suddenly

sat down, leaning his head on his clenched hand

Helena, turning slightly, saw hirily; "ould you insist on saying I was?"

He did not seeh perhaps he shrank a little That

ined it, was like the touch of flaer, far more than

terror; it seemed to envelop her whole body with a wave of scarlet It

was a new, unbearable, burning anguish It was shame

She had an iible