And you were here--away from the house----avoiding me, and fearing that I--" "Vanrevel!" shouted William.

(Mrs.Tanberry had not told Lieutenant Cummings where to find Miss Betty.) "Fearing?
Yes ?" "Fearing that I might discover you." He let his eyes rest on her loveliness once more, and as he saw that she still trembled, he extended his hand toward her in a gesture of infinite gentleness, like a blessing, heaved one great sigh, and, with head erect and body straight, set his face manfully toward the house.
He had taken three strides when his heart stopped beating at an ineffable touch on his sleeve.

For, with a sharp cry, she sprang to him; and then, once more, among the lilac bushes where he had caught the white kitten, his hand was seized and held between two small palms, and the eyes of Miss Betty Carewe looked into the very soul of him.
"No!" she cried.

"No! Fearing with a sick heart that you might not come!" Her pale face, misty with sweetness, wavered before him in the dusk, and he lifted his shaking hand to his forehead; her own went with it, and the touch of that steadied him.
"You mean," he whispered, brokenly, "you mean that you--" "Yes, always," she answered, rushing through the words, half in tears.
"There was a little time when I loved what your life had been more than you.

Ah, it was you that I saw in him.