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"But it wasn't the same," he persisted "When did we talk in Paris as we've talked here?"

"I talked to you, even in Paris, more than I've ever talked to anyone else, all the same," said Betty

"Thank you," he said; "that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me"

"It wasn't meant to be nice," said Betty; "it's true Don't you know there are so what they'll think of you, and whether you hadn't better have said so to do hether you like the of talks with Vernon, many talks--and in all of theuard "You htfully, and yet you can't talk to them"

"Yes," he said, "but you couldn't talk to a person you disliked, could you? Real talk, I mean?"

"Of course not," said Betty "Do you know I'ry!"

It was after lunch that Te home, Miss Desmond?" She looked up, for his use of her name was rare

"I don't know: soh herafter it the thread on which were strung all the little longings for Long Barton--for the faathered there since she first saw the silver olden brooo What ariver, the neat intimate simplicity of the little culture, white roads, and roses and rocks, and ain

And with all this--Teny, true And she at Grez But each day brought to her door the best companion in the world He had never even asked how she came to be at Grez After that first, "Where's your party?" he had guarded his lips It had seemed so natural, and so extremely fortunate that he should be here If she had been all alone she would have allowed herself to think too land next week!" he said Betty was shocked to perceive that this news hurt her Well, why shouldn't it hurt her? She wasn't absolutely insensible to friendship, she supposed And sensibility to friendship was nothing to be ashamed of On the contrary