"No speaking lightly would be possible for me to-night.

'Every perfect gift is from above.' When words fail me to speak of the gift, can you wonder if I apostrophise the Giver ?" Jane looked steadily into his shining eyes, and a smile of pleasure illumined her own.

"So you liked my song ?" she said.
"Liked--liked your song ?" repeated Garth, a shade of perplexity crossing his face.

"I do not know whether I liked your song." "Then why this flattering demonstration ?" inquired Jane, laughing.
"Because," said Garth, very low, "you lifted the veil, and I--I passed within." He was still holding her hands in his; and, as he spoke the last two words, he turned them gently over and, bending, kissed each palm with an indescribably tender reverence; then, loosing them, stood on one side, and Jane went out on to the terrace alone..