For it often happens that when they seem to be coldest they are warmest--and cases have been known where they have taken the greatest pains to avoid each other at a time when they have most deeply longed to be always together.

It was during this uncomfortable period of uneasiness and hesitation for Helmsley, that Angus and Mary were perhaps most supremely happy.

Dimly, sweetly conscious that the gate of Heaven was open for them and that it was Love, the greatest angel of all God's mighty host, that waited for them there, they hovered round and round upon the threshold of the glory, eager, yet afraid to enter.

Up in the primrose-carpeted woods together they talked, like good friends, of a thousand things,--of the weather, of the promise of fruit in the orchards, of the possibilities of a good fishing year, and of the general beauty of the scenery around Weircombe.

Then, of course, there was the book which Angus was writing--a book now nearing completion.