"I must go," she said, with a gentle dignity, though she trembled in all her limbs.

"I came across the fields from Aunt Camilla's.

I left her asleep, and she will wake and miss me." "Oh," cried Jerome, "I wish--" then he stopped himself.

"Yes, she will, I suppose," he added, lamely.
"He does not want me to stay," thought Lucina, with a sinking of heart and a rising of maiden pride.

She walked a little faster.
Jerome quickened his pace, and touched her shoulder.