"It's nothing," said Madge; "the company was too large and exciting for me.

There was no need of Graydon's carrying me upstairs, but he would do it." "You poor dear!" began her sister, broodingly.

"I feared it would be so.

Graydon is made of iron, and will never realize how delicate you are." "He's very kind, and more considerate than I deserve.

As he says," she added, bitterly, "I'm nothing but a ghost, and had better vanish." "Nonsense, Madge," said the young man, with brusque kindness.