"That is all I will say.

Go back, now, dearest.

I will write to you--if they will let me." The two men moved on; but she stood, her hand pressed against the tree, as if for support, as if she were unable to move, her eyes following the two figures; and as she watched them, in an agony, she saw a third figure coming through the gate.

For a moment she did not recognize it, then she saw that it was Mr.Clendon.She saw him stop in front of the other two men and she ran forward, calling his name, and, in another instant, she was clinging to him.

The old man murmured her name soothingly, and she tried to control herself; but her voice was broken by sobs, as she said: "Oh, Mr.Clendon, I am in great trouble.