"I thought you bade me stay ?" "Ah," putting out her hand; "you men do not understand.

Sometimes a woman wishes to be alone when--when she feels that she--she cannot hold back her tears!" Gravely I bent over her hand and kissed it.

It seemed to me as I let the hand fall that I had never kissed a woman on the lips.

I turned and went slowly down the path.

Once I looked back.