"It is my aunt he is coming to see--not me." It was generously meant.

But while her mind was only occupied with the present time, Moody's mind was looking into the future.

He was learning the hard lesson of self-sacrifice already.

"Do what you think is right," he said quietly; "don't think of me." They reached the gate of the villa.

He held out his hand to say good-by.
"Won't you come in ?" she asked.