He seemed to hesitate--he was picturing how Rose looked when very sleepy.

Why should he surrender this darling?
And subtler question--why should he make her unhappy?
Why disturb her at all in her sweet sleep?
'Well,' said Evan.

'To-morrow will do .-- No, take it to-night, for God's sake!' he cried, as one who bursts the spell of an opiate.

'Go at once.' The temptation had almost overcome him.
Polly thought his proceedings queer.

And what could the letter contain?
A declaration, of course.