It was very eagerly, therefore, that he turned now to greet Billy as she came into the room.
"Suppose we don't have any music to-day.

Suppose we give the whole time up to the story," she smiled brightly, as she held out her hand.
Arkwright's heart leaped; but almost at once it throbbed with a vague uneasiness.

He would have preferred to see her blush and be a little shy over that story.

Still--there was a chance, of course, that she did not know what the story was.

But if that were the case, what of the radiance in her face?
What of--Finding himself in a tangled labyrinth that led apparently only to disappointment and disaster, Arkwright pulled himself up with a firm hand.
"You are very kind," he murmured, as he relinquished her fingers and seated himself near her.