He had written of his idol before; but it was not till I came that he told it all to me.

Do you know what I felt?
While his daughter was dancing cotillions, a stranger had taken his hand--and--" A sob rose in her throat and checked her utterance for a moment; but she threw up her head and met his eyes proudly.
"Gratitude, Mr.Harkless!" she cried.

"I am James Fisbee's daughter." He fell back from the bench with a sharp exclamation, and stared at her through the gray twilight.

She went on hurriedly, again not looking at him: "When you showed me that you cared for me--when you told me that you did--I--do you think I wanted to care for you?
I wanted to do something to show you that I could be ashamed of my vile neglect of him--something to show you his daughter could be grateful.

If I had loved you, what I did would have been for that--and I could not have done it.