"Tell me!" He spoke quietly enough, but once again there was audible a certain intensity in his voice.

There had been an occasion when Sylvia had given to him more news of Garratt Skinner than she had herself.

Was she to do so once more?
He leaned forward with his eyes on hers.
"The night when you came back to me.

Do you remember, Hilary ?" and a smile lightened his face.
"I shall forget no moment of that night, sweetheart, while I live," he whispered; and blushes swept prettily over her face, and in a sweet confusion she smiled back at him.
"Oh, Hilary!" she said.
"Oh, Sylvia!" he mimicked; and as they laughed together, it seemed there was a danger that the story of the months of separation would never be completed.

But Chayne brought her back to it.
"Well?
On that night when I came back ?" "I saw you in the road from my window, and then motioning you to be silent, I disappeared from the window." "Yes, I remember," said Chayne, eagerly.