If you were sure," he added slowly, "that you didn't love him--and told him so." He felt a little panic, for he thought he had gone too far.

But his daughter only turned away and restlessly moved about the room.

At last she came to her father's chair: "Hadn't you better leave this to me ?" "I had, my dear, I most certainly had.

I was all wrong to mention it," he answered very humbly.
* * * * * From this night on, Baird changed his tack.

Although soon busy with the plans for the hospital, to be built at once, he said little about it to Deborah.