He took the path which was left open to him, fondly flattering himself that, while he had stumbled inadvertently upon her romance, he had kept his own secret safe.
"I--I have no right to intrude on your confidences, Miss Baxter," he said finally with an effort, "and I hope you will excuse me for--for------" "Oh! I have been sure for some days you knew it," interrupted the girl, looking up, but not at him.

"I have been neglecting my work, I fear, and so you were quite right in speaking." "No, your work is all right; it wasn't that exactly--but never mind, we won't speak of this any more, for I see it embarrasses you." "Thank you, Mr.Hardwick," said Jennie, again bending her eyes on the desk before her.
The man saw the colour come and go in her cheeks, and thought he had never beheld anyone so entrancing.

He rose quickly, without making further attempt at explanation, and left the room.

One or two tear drops stained the paper on which the girl was scribbling.

She didn't like giving pain to anyone, but could not hold herself to blame for what had happened.