I chose no more wall-papers--tore up all those I had selected, and left the house.

I never entered it again till now.' 'Ah, at last I understand it all,' she murmured.
They had both risen and gone to the fireplace.

The mantel came almost on a level with her shoulder, which gently rested against it, and Barnet laid his hand upon the shelf close beside her shoulder.

'Lucy,' he said, 'better late than never.

Will you marry me now ?' She started back, and the surprise which was so obvious in her wrought even greater surprise in him that it should be so.