"But when I touched you I forgot--everything!" She smiled gently at him.

"I didn't dream you cared for me," she said.
He laughed with a boisterousness that irritated her.

"I'd never have dared tell you," replied he, "if I hadn't seen that you cared for me." Her nerves winced, but she contrived to make her tone passable as she inquired: "Why do you say that ?" "Oh--the day in the garden--the day I came pleading for Grant.

I saw it in your eyes--You remember." Margaret could not imagine what he had misinterpreted so flatteringly to himself.

But what did it matter?
How like ironic fate, to pierce him with a chance shaft when all the shafts she had aimed had gone astray! She was startled by his seizing her again.