But I asked him to wait until supper time to-night.

Here--it was here we stood!" Joan looked down.

Yes, she had been standing in this very spot, the table here upon her left, that chair upon her right, that trifolium in the pattern of the carpet under her feet, when Harry Luttrell had taken her in his arms.

What foolish thing was Stella Croyle saying now?
"I take back all that I have said to you.

If Harry has spoken to you already I have lost--that's all.