Then he added slowly, and as if he had given the subject some consideration, "You won't keep her long, I'm afraid." "Oh, don't say that," Jane cried with a nervous start.

"I don't know what I would do if she should marry." "That don't sound like you, Miss Jane.

You would be the first to deny yourself.

You are too good to do otherwise." He spoke with a slight quiver in his voice, and yet with an emphasis that showed he believed it.
"No; it is you who are good to think so," she replied in a softer tone, bending her head as she spoke, her eyes intent on her fan.

"And now tell me," she added quickly, raising her eyes to his as if to bar any further tribute he might be on the point of paying to her--"I hear your mother takes greatly to heart your having refused the hospital appointment." "Yes, I'm afraid she does.