The young lady in the easy-chair did not stir.
"Come in, Kate," her father said, "it is too damp to remain there." "Yes, papa, presently." About a quarter of an hour later, she entered the parlour to say good-night, very pale, as they all noticed.
"I knew sitting in the night air was bad," her father said.

"You are as white as a ghost." Miss Danton was very grave and still for the next two days--a little sad, Grace thought.

On the third day, Doctor Frank arrived.

It was late in the afternoon, and he was to depart again early next morning.
"What are you running away for now ?" asked his sister, with asperity.
"What has put this German notion in your head ?" The young man smiled.
"My dear Grace, don't wear that severe face.

Why should I not go?
What is to detain me here ?" This was such an unanswerable question that Grace only turned away impatiently; and Kate, who was in the room, fancying the brother and sister might wish to be alone, arose and departed.