His head was whirling, a hundred plans and speculations filled his mind, and through these Mrs Hastings' chatter of forebodings and the lawyer's patterned utterance hardly found their way.

At his own street he was set down, with Mrs.Hastings' permission to call next day.
Miss Holland gave him her hand.
"I can not thank you," she said, "I can not thank you.

But try to know, won't you, what this has been to me.

Until to-morrow." Until to-morrow.

St.George stood in the brightness of the street looking after the vanishing carriage, his hand tingling from her touch.