And, Mrs.
Simcoe, remember that next week, certainly, I shall meet Miss Hope at Miss Amy Waring's.

Our first meeting had better be there, so before then please--" He bowed and went out.

As he passed the library door he involuntarily looked in.

There sat Hope Wayne, reading; but as she heard him she raised the head of golden hair, the dewy cheeks, the thoughtful brow, and as she bowed to him the clear blue eyes smiled the words her tongue uttered-- "Good-by, Mr.Newt, good-by!" The words followed him out of the door and down the street.

The air rang with them every where.