Good-by!" He rose, bent over her, kissed her hand, and was about to leave her hastily, evidently in fear of himself.

But she clung to his hand and, drawing him down to her, offered him her lips.

At first he seemed to draw away, but unable to resist, caught her in his arms, kissed her, and fled.
Frances thrust aside the bushes and watched him as he walked rapidly down the path.

When he turned, just before reaching the bend, she kissed her hand to him, murmuring as though speaking to herself, "Good-by, good-by!" Then she sat down and covered her face with her hands.
After a short time she rose, dried her eyes, and started home, and in a few minutes I climbed the hill and took a short cut to Sundridge.

I reached home before Frances, and, notwithstanding all I had seen, was fully convinced that she would be as safe in Whitehall Court as in her father's house.
* * * * * That evening Frances and I walked out together, and I, feeling stricken in conscience, confessed that I had witnessed the interview between her and Hamilton.