I should have known," said Stephen, still with a preoccupied air, and rising to go.

"I thank you for letting me come into this beautiful room with you.

I shall always think of your face framed in evergreens, and with flickering firelight on it." "You are not going away, are you, Mr.White ?" asked Mercy, mischievously.
"Oh, no, certainly not.

I never go away.

How could I go away?
Why did you ask ?" "Oh," laughed Mercy, "because you spoke as if you never expected to see my face after to-night.