I don't understand it, but it's as though he'd been asleep for a long time and was awake again." Mrs.Tynan gravely regarded her daughter, and a look of fear came into her face.

"I knew you kept thinking of him always," she said; "but you had such sense, and he never showed any feeling for you; and young girls get over things.

Besides, you always showed you knew he wasn't a possibility.

But since he told us that day about his being married and all, has--has he been different towards you ?" "Not a thing, not a word," was the reply; "but--but there's a difference with him in a way.

I feel it when I go in the room where he is." "You've got to stop thinking of him," insisted the elder woman querulously.