My neck ain't got the crick out of it yet." "Poor old Clytie--but you see yesterday all day I felt queer--very queer, and wrought up, and last night I couldn't rest, and I lay awake and excited all night--and something seemed to give way when I saw you in the door.

Of course it was nervousness, and I shall be all right now--" She looked up and saw Bernal staring at her--standing in the doorway of the big room, his face shading into the dusk back of him.

She went to him with both hands out and he kissed her.
"Is it Nance ?" "I don't know--but it's really Bernal." "Clytie says you knew I had come." "Clytie must have misunderstood.

No one even intimated such a thing.

I came up to-day--I had to come--because--if I had known you were here, wouldn't I have brought Allan ?" "Of course I was going to let you know, and come down in a few days--there was some business to do here.