And he appeared so good and true and kind--and I felt he could lift me to noble things and give me a guiding hand to greatness of purpose in life--I liked him--but I must tell you the truth, Michael, and you will see how small I am," here she held tightly to Michael's hand--"I do not think I would ever have promised him at Carlsbad that I would try to free myself only that I read in the paper that you were at Ostende--with Daisy Van der Horn.

That exasperated me--even though I thought I was absolutely indifferent to you after five years.

I had never seen your name in the paper before, it was the first indication I had had that you had come home--and the whole thing wounded my pride.

I felt that I must ask for my freedom from you before you possibly could ask for yours from me.

So I told Henry that very night that I had made up my mind." "Oh! you dear little goose," Michael interrupted.