At length she spoke, fixing her sad eyes upon his face, and saying: "You understand that we meet to part.

I am going to London to-morrow; my father has consented." "That is Christmas Day," he faltered.
"Yes, but there is an early train, the same that runs on Sundays." Then there was another pause.
"I wish to ask your pardon," he said, "for all the trouble that I have brought upon you." She smiled.

"I think it is I who should ask yours.

You have heard of these stories ?" "Yes, my father spoke to me; he told me of his conversation with you." "All of it ?" "I do not know; I suppose so," and he hung his head.
"Oh!" she broke out in a kind of cry, "if he told you all----" "You must not blame him," he interrupted.

"He was very angry with me.