But do ye ask yer man to tell ye what I tell't him that morn.
'Twill interest ye to know how the hairt o' men can learn by dreams.

Has he ever tellt ye aught o' this ?" "No, dear," she said simply.

"I think that perhaps he was afraid that one or other of us, if not both, might be upset by it if he did.

You see, he did not tell you anything at all of our meeting, though I am sure that he will be glad when he knows that we both know all about it, and have told each other everything." That was very sweet of her, and very thoughtful in all ways, so I said that which I thought would please her best--that is, the truth: "Ah, lassie, that is what a wife should be--what a wife should do.
Rupert is blessed and happy to have his heart in your keeping." I knew from the added warmth of her kiss what I had said had pleased her.
_Letter from Ernest Roger Halbard Melton_, _Humcroft_, _Salop_, _to Rupert Sent Leger_, _Vissarion_, _Land of the Blue Mountains_.
_July_ 29, 1907.
MY DEAR COUSIN RUPERT, We have heard such glowing accounts of Vissarion that I am coming out to see you.

As you are yourself now a landowner, you will understand that my coming is not altogether a pleasure.