"It will hurt you to see me near you when Gregory has gone away.

There are friends of ours--Mrs.Claridge and her daughter, you met them--leaving for Paris on Wednesday, and they sail for New York in a week or two." It was a relief to both of them to discuss a matter of this kind, and, before Mrs.Kinnaird left her, all had been arranged.

Still, it was not Montreal and its winter amusements that Ida thought of then, but the shadowy bush, and the green river that stole out from among the somber pines..