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There was so in her face he did not quite coh to speak, looked at him, hesitated, her lovely face eloquent under the i toward him, she said: "'And thy ways shall be my ways'"

"Sylvia, you must not deny yourself, just because I--"

"LetI have ever done for myself"

"But I don't wish it"

"Ah, but I do," she said, the low excited laughter scarcely fluttering her lips "Listen: I never before, in allfor your sake, only this one little pitiful thing"

"I won't let you!" he breathed; "it is nonsense to--"

"You must let me! Am I to be on friendly ter, but now her sensitiveher, his restless fingers playing with his glass in which the har

"I drink to your health, Stephen," she said under her breath "I drink to your happiness, too; and--and to your fortune, and to all that you desire froht, looking over it into his eyes

"All I desire fronificantly

"All--almost all--"

"No, all," he delass to her lips, still looking at hiay ale scarcely accounted for the delicate intoxication that seemed to creep into their veins Yet it was sufficient for Siward to say an a wittily, for Sylvia to return his lead with all the delightful, unconscious brilliancy that he see into real life once h the winter and spring, and the long, arid sue of autumn, broke out into a delicate riot of exquisite florescence; the very sounds of her voice, every intonation, every accent, every pause, were charhter was a miracle, her beauty a revelation

Leila, aware of it, exchanged glance after glance with Plank Siward, alternately the leader in it all, then the enchanted listener, bewitched, enthralled, felt care slipping fro froly, steadily, fearlessly--as a heart should beat in the breast of hi chance He took it now, under her eyes, for honour, for er an empty term muttered in desperation by a sick body, and a mind too sick to control it