He again held out his hand.
Her little fingers slid coldly between his.
"Good-night, Miss Rivers." "Stop!" she said suddenly, withdrawing her veil and lifting her clear eyes to his in the moonlight.

"You must not say THAT--it isn't the truth.

I can't bear to hear it from YOUR lips, in YOUR voice.

My name is NOT Rivers!" "Not Rivers--why ?" said Key, astounded.
"Oh, I don't know why," she said half despairingly; "only my brother didn't want me to use my name and his here, and I promised.

My name is 'Riggs'-- there! It's a secret--you mustn't tell it; but I could not bear to hear YOU say a lie." "Good-night, Miss Riggs," said Key sadly.
"No, nor that either," she said softly.