The name that trembled in a half-articulate whisper on the parted lips came upwards from the heart.
But the girl was ignorant of her own secret even yet.
"We'll say no more about it now, Rotha," repeated Willy in a broken voice.

"If you wish it, we'll talk again; give me a sign, and perhaps we'll talk on this matter again." In another moment the young man was gone..