I never dreamed of your sitting up for me like this.

You ought to have gone to bed." "But how could I guess that you were going to be so late ?," she retorted.

"And you haven't told me where you were.

Is this book of yours going to keep you up like this right along ?" The episode of the book was buried in the young minister's mind beneath such a mass of subsequent experiences that it required an effort for him to grasp what she was talking about.

It seemed as if months had elapsed since he was in earnest about that book; and yet he had left the house full of it only a few hours before.