He remained silent.
Suddenly she looked up into his face, and clutched the sides of the table.
"You--you don't mean that ?" she murmured, suddenly pale to the lips.
He led her to a chair.

The game was over.
"Some day," he whispered, "I will tell you the whole story." * * * * * "Even to think of these things," Sybil said, softly, "makes us feel very selfish." "No one is ever hopelessly selfish who is conscious of it," he answered, smiling.

"And, after all, it would not do for every one to be always brooding upon the darker side of life." "In another minute," Molyneux exclaimed, waking up with a start, "I should have been asleep.

Whatever have you two been talking about?
It was the most soothing hum I ever heard in my life." "Mr.Brooks was telling me of some new phases of life," she answered.
"It is very interesting, even if it is a little sad." Molyneux eyed them both for a moment in thoughtful silence.
"H'm!" he remarked.

"Dinner is the next phase of life which will interest me.