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'I suppose Ifor a moment

'There is no one as yet?'

'There is no one But, Mr Carbury, you have no right to question s that nobody else could say because you are a cousin and because ht to ask ry with me?'

'No'

'If I have offended you it is because I love you so dearly'

'I aentleirl would like it I am not to tell everybody all that happens'

'Perhaps when you reflect how ive me Good-bye now' She put out her hand to him and allowed it to remain in his for a moment 'When I walk about the old shrubberies at Carbury where we used to be together, I a there as the mistress'

'There is no chance'

'I aood-bye, and may God bless you'

The man had no poetry about his of love which are so pleasant to many men and which to many women afford the one sweetness in life which they really relish, were nothing to him There are both men and women to who, even when they exist to the detriment of hope It is sweet to such persons to be melancholy, sweet to pine, sweet to feel that they are noretched after a romantic fashion as have been those heroes and heroines of whose sufferings they have read in poetry But there was nothing of this with Roger Carbury He had, as he believed, found the woman that he really wanted, orthy of his love, and now, having fixed his heart upon her, he longed for her with an a He had spoken the simple truth when he declared that life had becoland could be less likely to throw himself off the Monument or to blow out his brains But he felt numbed in all the joints of hisbear upon another, so as to console hi for hiot her, or till he had finally lost her And should the latter be his fate, as he began to fear that it would be, then, he would live, but live only, like a crippled man