She shook her head slowly, markedly; on which he continued: "You don't do justice to Mr.Mitchy." She said nothing, but her look was there and it made him resume: "Impossible ?" "Impossible." At this, letting her go, Mr.Longden got up; he pulled out his watch.

"We must go back." She had risen with him and they stood face to face in the faded light while he slipped the watch away.

"Well, that doesn't make me wish it any less." "It's lovely of you to wish it, but I shall be one of the people who don't.

I shall be at the end," said Nanda, "one of those who haven't." "No, my child," he returned gravely--"you shall never be anything so sad." "Why not--if YOU'VE been ?" He looked at her a little, quietly, and then, putting out his hand, passed her own into his arm.

"Exactly because I have." III "Would you" the Duchess said to him the next day, "be for five minutes awfully kind to my poor little niece ?" The words were spoken in charming entreaty as he issued from the house late on the Sunday afternoon--the second evening of his stay, which the next morning was to bring to an end--and on his meeting the speaker at one of the extremities of the wide cool terrace.