I see, of course, how natural your action was--never thinking of seeing me any more! Is it the Mr.Miller who is in this dance ?' 'Yes.' Clark glanced round upon Bartholomew and was silent again, for some little while, and she stole a look at him, to find that he seemed changed.

'John, you look ill!' she almost sobbed.

''Tisn't me, is it ?' 'O dear, no.

Though I hadn't, somehow, expected it.

I can't find fault with you for a moment--and I don't.