"I cannot say anything to-night," she whispered--"I am too giddy and confused; but I will write, and--and God bless you!" To his surprise Elizabeth followed him into the hall.

As she opened the door for him, the rush of raw, damp air came full in their faces.
"It is a regular November evening," she observed, with a little shiver.
"It is the month I like least--the month of decay and--" then she checked herself abruptly.

"Mr.Herrick, there is a question I wanted to ask, and that I did not wish Dinah to hear.

You are going back to town this evening, are you not, because you expect that Cedric will come to Cheyne Walk ?" "I think he will be here," he returned reluctantly, for he had not wished to hint at this; in his own mind he was prepared for a stormy interview.
"I feel sure of it," she continued.

"He is very unbalanced and passionate--he will say things that he does not mean, and that he will repent afterwards.