Anxious to warn her of her danger, I drew her arm through mine, and we strolled together into the park.
"'Dear Alice,' said I, affectionately; 'do you love your brother as well as you used to do in years long past ?' "'Philip, do you doubt my love ?' she answered, reproachfully.
"'Not in the least, Alice.

I know your heart to be warm and true; but years make great changes.

Four years have fled away since we met, and you are nearly grown into a woman.

Perhaps you will be angry with me if I venture to give you a little brotherly advice.' "'Not without you scold me too much.' "'My lecture, Alice, I will confine to a few words.

Do not listen, dear child, to the flattering speeches of Theophilus Moncton.