He had builded better--he had builded better than he knew, when he wrote that paper signed "Aurelius"! With fingers that were not quite steady he smoothed and refolded Major Churchill's letter He was saying to himself, "What does she know She grew pale Thou suspicious fool! That was for thought of home He will have told her nothing--nothing! Her soul is clear." He pocketed his letter and, rising, spoke to her with a chivalrous gentleness "I will go now Do not let the thought of Fontenoy distress you Do you remember the snow man we made there once, wreathing his head with holly?
But I'll tell you a strange thing,--even on such a night as this, I always see Fontenoy bathed in summer weather!" "Yes, yes," she answered "I, too.

Oh, home!" He held out his hand "You'll give my compliments to Mr.Rand ?" "Yes," she said.

"He is busy to-night with a client from the country.

He works too hard." "Take him soon to Roselands and tie him there.

Sing him To Althea and make him forget." He bent and kissed her hand.