He could keep nothing from her now; he was done with the world of make-believe for ever.

And it seemed wicked of him to hope, he declared, or to let her hope.

"I ought to give you up, Grizel," he said, with a groan.
"I won't let you," she replied adorably.
"Gemmell has not come near us for a week.

I ask him in, but he avoids the house." "I don't understand it," Grizel had to admit; "but I think he is fond of her, I do indeed." "Even if that were so, I fear she would not accept him.

I know Elspeth so well that I feel I am deceiving you if I say there is any hope." "Nevertheless you must say it," she answered brightly; "you must say it and leave me to think it.