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She racious, quite free of mockery

"The fortune of war, Mr Renault," she said "Salute to the conqueror!"

"Only a gallant ene

"Mr Renault, am I your enemy?"

"Elsin, I fear you are"

"Why? Because you waked htmare tenanted by Walter Butler that haunted you? Is it not fortunate that you awoke in time, even if you had loved him? But you never did!"

"No, I never loved him But that was not the dream you waked me from"

"More than that, child, you do not knohat love means How should you know? Why, even I do not know, and I a, "I told you that there is no happiness in love It is the truth, Mr Renault; there is no joy in it Thatof it, you can not contradictforward in her saddle, stroking her horse's mane

"No, I ah of war in the world, is there not, Mr Renault? And I shall soon be on my way to Canada Were I your enemy, how impotent am I to compass your destruction--ientleently bred, faultless in conduct and address, upon whose highly polished presence she gazes, seeking depth, and finds but her own silly face mirrored on the surface"

She turned fro branches into the blue above

"Ah, we must be friends, Carus," she said wearily; "we have cost each other too dear"

"I have cost you dear enough," I ht ht you?"

"To know a dream from the reality," she said listlessly

"Better you should learn from me than froht ain--really in love--for an hour or two--spite of the lesson he could not teach --not even to distrust the vows ofhe dared to meditate, it touches nothand, which he never dared to lay upon me"

"What do you mean?" I asked, troubled "Have you taken a brief fancy to another? Do you iain? What is it that you mean, Elsin?"