To pass you as a stranger, or almost as a stranger.

No! I could not do it!" "Oh, Hilary!" she whispered, and lifting his hand she laid it against her cheek.
"So for a week I was glad.

But this morning I received your second letter, Sylvia.

It came too late, my dear.

There was no time to obtain a substitute." Sylvia turned to him with a startled face.
"When do you go ?" "Very soon." "When ?" The words had to be spoken.
"To-morrow morning.