Besides, why should he tell her?
She had her own life to make, her own row to hoe.
Yet, as the weeks passed, it seemed he must break upon this dangerous romance; and then suddenly she went to visit her sick aunt in the Far West.

Denzil did not know, however, that, in John Grier's office as she had gone over figures of a society in which she was interested, the big hand of Tarboe had suddenly closed upon her fingers, and that his head bent down beside hers for one swift instant, as though he would whisper to her.

Then she quickly detached herself, yet smiled at him, as she said reprovingly: "You oughtn't to do that.

You'll spoil our friendship." She did not wait longer.

As he stretched out his hands to her, his face had gone pale: she vanished through the doorway, and in forty-eight hours was gone to her sick aunt.