I shall be off in a few minutes.

Will you not say farewell to me ?' 'Farewell, George.' 'We used to be friends, Marie.' 'Yes;--we used to be friends.' 'And I have never forgotten the old days.

I will not promise to come to your marriage, because it would not make either of us happy, but I shall wish you well.

God bless you, Marie.' Then he put his arm round her and kissed her, as he might have done to a sister,--as it was natural that he should do to Marie Bromar, regarding her as a cousin.

She did not speak a word more, and then he was gone! She had been quite unable to tell him the truth.