By-the-by, it is very fatiguing to read lying down; won't you read to me ?" "I can't read.

I mean I can't read aloud." "Let me be the judge of that.

Let me see--read 'Maud.'" Rose began and did her best, and read until she was tired.

Mr.
Reinecourt watched her all the while as she sat beside him.
And presently they drifted off into delicious talk of poetry and romance; and Rose, pulling out her watch, was horrified to find that it was two o'clock.
"I must go!" she cried, springing up; "what will they think has become of me ?" "But you will come again to-morrow ?" pleaded Mr.Reinecourt.
"I don't know--you don't deserve it, keeping me here until this hour.
Perhaps I may, though--good-bye." Rose, saying this, knew in her heart she could not stay away if she tried.

Next morning she was there, and the next, and the next, and the next.