My father and her father were neighbors.

We have always met like brother and sister--" Frank generously stopped the apology there.
"Say no more," he interposed.

"I was in the wrong--I lost my temper.
Pray forgive me." Wardour looked at him with a strange, reluctant interest while he was speaking.

Wardour asked an extraordinary question when he had done.
"Is she very fond of you ?" Frank burst out laughing.
"My dear fellow," he said, "come to our wedding, and judge for yourself." "Come to your wedding ?" As he repeated the words Wardour stole one glance at Frank which Frank (employed in buckling his knapsack) failed to see.

Crayford noticed it, and Crayford's blood ran cold.