That," she smiled, "I confess I should like to think.

Only ours." "Only ours--most probably.

Speriamo." To which, as after hushed connections, he presently added: "Poor Fanny!" But Charlotte had already, with a start and a warning hand, turned from a glance at the clock.

She sailed away to dress, while he watched her reach the staircase.

His eyes followed her till, with a simple swift look round at him, she vanished.