But, on the face of it, I think I can venture to assure you that at least she won't laugh at you." He grasped my hand hard.

"You don't mean to say so!" he cried.

"Well, that's really very, kind of her! A girl of Daphne's high type! And I, who feel myself so utterly unworthy of her!" "We are all unworthy of a good woman's love," I answered.

"But, thank Heaven, the good women don't seem to realise it." That evening, about ten, my new friend came back in a hurry to my rooms at St.Nathaniel's.

Nurse Wade was standing there, giving her report for the night when he entered.