"I sometimes think you are." He put the long hair back from her forehead, and gazed into her eyes, which were now fast filling with tears.

"I love you, Harry, with all my heart," sighed he--"you know I do.

And, though you are sometimes cold, and at others seem as though you purposely avoided me, I think you love _me_--just a little--too.

Better, at all events, than the man with whom you yourself have just confessed you expect nothing but misery." "Hush, hush!" moaned she.

"If I said that, it was very wrong." "It was the truth, Harry.