CHAPTER VII.
As she got clear of the city and out on her country road, a shadow Fell across her in the evening light.
"Have you had a good day, little one ?" asked a voice that made her stop with a curious vague expectancy and pleasure.
"It is you!" she said, with a little cry, as she saw her friend of the silk stockings leaning on a gate midway in the green and solitary road that leads to Laeken.
"Yes, it is I," he answered, as he joined her.

"Have you forgiven me, Bebee ?" She looked at him with frank, appealing eyes, like those of a child in fault.
"Oh, I did not sleep all night!" she said, simply.

"I thought I had been rude and ungrateful, and I could not be sure I had done right, though to have done otherwise would certainly have been wrong." He laughed.
"Well, that is a clearer deduction than is to be drawn from most moral uncertainties.

Do not think twice about the matter, my dear.

I have not, I assure you." "No!" She was a little disappointed.