I do not--I could not--think of another, Ralph.

I will be yours, and yours only--if you really wish it." "If I wish! Ah! dear Edith, you are mine, and I am yours! The world shall not pass between us." She murmured-- "Yours, Ralph, yours only!" He caught her in his passionate embrace, even as the words were murmured from her lips.

Her head settled upon his shoulder; her light brown hair, loosened from the comb, fell over it in silky masses.

Her eyes closed, his arms still encircled her, and the whole world was forgotten in a moment;--when the door opened, and a third party entered the room in the person of Colonel Colleton.
Here was a catastrophe!.