This soon passed away, and again something of its former repose was in her face.

At the first few words of Florence, Edith withdrew the hand he had taken.

He now sought it again, but she avoided the contact.
"You do not answer me, Edith," said the young man.
"Do you wish an answer ?" This was uttered in a scarcely audible voice.
"I do, Edith," was the earnest reply.

"Let there be no separation between us.

You are to me what you have ever been, a dearly prized friend.