Her heart he saw was uppermost to-night, but reason still lurked in the background.
"What do you think made him do it again ?" she murmured at last in a voice barely audible, her fingers tightening in his palm.

"He knows how I suffer and he knows too WHY I suffer.

Oh, Uncle George!--won't you please talk to him! I love him so, and I can't marry him if he's like this.

I can't!--_I_ CAN'T!" A restrained smile played over St.George's face.

The tide was setting his way.
"It won't do a bit of good," he said calmly, smothering his joy.