One hears, 'Such a dreadful affair! so shocking, don't you know!' and 'Such delightful fortune! I quite envy you, my dear!' all in the same breath.

I am only awaiting what society will say when the real facts become known." Harold Mainwaring made no reply, but a strange pallor overspread his already pale face, at which Miss Carleton wondered.
"I have thought very often of you during these past weeks," she continued, "and felt quite impatient to learn how you were progressing, and your note was so brief, you know.

It left so much unsaid.

I fear you forget how interested I am in all that concerns yourself." "No," he replied, slowly, "I do not forget; and I appreciate your interest in me even though I may not seem to,--even though I am forced, as you say, to leave so much unsaid which I had hoped to say." Something in his manner, more than in what he said, thrilled her with a vague, undefinable sense of impending evil, and, during the slight pause which followed, she dreaded his next words, lest they should in some way confirm her apprehensions.

He said nothing further, however, and when she spoke it was with an assumed lightness and cheerfulness which she was far from feeling.
"I hoped to have the pleasure of meeting you often ere this, and my uncle and cousin would have been so glad to welcome you to their home during your stay in London, but they have just gone out of town for a few days." "Ordinarily, Miss Carleton," he replied, quietly, "I should be pleased to meet them, but on the present occasion, as I sail, to-morrow, I naturally care to see no one but yourself." "To-morrow!" she exclaimed, while her own cheek suddenly paled.
"Do you return so soon ?" "Yes," he replied, observing her emotion, and speaking rapidly to conceal his own feelings; "my business is at last completed.