But it was not the little money I had lost which troubled me; no, it was the thought of what a coward I was.
Afterwards Harry and I made it up, and I thought, like the little fool I was, that he wanted to ask me to marry him.

But I would not let him that night.

Oh! I wanted him to ask me--I was longing for him to ask me--but not that night.

Somehow I felt that the seance and the tricks must be all over and done with before I could listen or answer." The quiet and simple confession touched the magistrate who listened to it with profound pity.

He shaded his eyes with his hand.