We think that Bunce is sending in his bill.

We should wait till the bill comes, should we not, Miss Deane ?" He smiled, and Mary gave a soft laugh of agreement--"And while we wait for Bunce's bill, we will also wait for Miss Deane's.

And, in the meantime, we must sit quiet." There was a moment's silence.

Helmsley felt a smarting moisture at the back of his eyes.

He longed to pour out all his history to these two simple unworldly souls,--to tell them that he was rich,--rich beyond the furthest dreams of their imagining,--rich enough to weigh down the light-hearted contentment of their lives with a burden of gold,--and yet--yet he knew that if he spoke thus and confessed himself, all the sweetness of the friendship which was now so disinterested would be embittered and lost.