At length it was almost unendurable, and Ethel said softly: "How still it is!" Tyrrel looked at her steadily with beaming eyes.

Then he took from his pocket a little purse of woven gold and opal-tinted beads, and held it in his open hand for her to see, watching the bright blush that spread over her face, and the faint, glad smile that parted her lips.
"You understand ?" "Yes.

It is mine." "It was yours.

It is now mine." "How did you get it ?" "I bought it from the old man you gave it to." "Oh! Then you know him?
How is that ?" "The hotel people sent a porter home with him lest he should be robbed.
Next day I made inquiries, and this porter told me where he lived.

I went there and bought this purse from him.