"You are doing so much, and with no personal interest--" "Oh, but I have." The long lashes dropped over the brown eyes.
"What do you mean ?" "That I have a personal interest--in you, Hope." She stood silent, her bosom rising and falling to rapid breathing.
"You don't mind my calling you Hope?
I haven't got used to Miss Waite yet." Her eyes met his swiftly.
"Of course, not.

Such ceremony would be foolish after all you have done for me.

Do--do you call her Christie ?" He laughed, clasping her hands closer.
"I assure you no--she is strictly Miss Maclaire, and," solemnly, "shall be to the end of the chapter." "Oh, well, I didn't care, only that was what you called her when you were telling me what she said.

Are you going ?" "Yes, to find Fred; the sooner we can get this straightened out, the better.".