"Here is something I found in your closet, when I was getting papa's things out." "Why, what is it ?" he asked innocently, as he took it from her.
"A bouquet, apparently," she answered, as he drew the long ribbons through his fingers, and looked at the flowers curiously, with his head aslant.
"Where did you get it ?" "On the shelf." It seemed a long time before Burnamy said with a long sigh, as of final recollection, "Oh, yes," and then he said nothing; and they did not sit down, but stood looking at each other.
"Was it something you got for me, and forgot to give me ?" she asked in a voice which would not have misled a woman, but which did its work with the young man.
He laughed and said, "Well, hardly! The general has been in the room ever since you came." "Oh, yes.

Then perhaps somebody left it there before you had the room ?" Burnamy was silent again, but at last he said, "No, I flung it up there I had forgotten all about it." "And you wish me to forget about it, too ?" Agatha asked in a gayety of tone that still deceived him.
"It would only be fair.

You made me," he rejoined, and there was something so charming in his words and way, that she would have been glad to do it.
But she governed herself against the temptation and said, "Women are not good at forgetting, at least till they know what." "Oh, I'll tell you, if you want to know," he said with a laugh, and at the words she--sank provisionally in their accustomed seat.

He sat down beside her, but not so near as usual, and he waited so long before he began that it seemed as if he had forgotten again.

"Why, it's nothing.
Miss Etkins and her mother were here before you came, and this is a bouquet that I meant to give her at the train when she left.