You know it always is,--you read it in the books,--you could see it in his eye.

There were times, my dear, when he was thwarted,--when the slightest attention from another person to me revealed it! I have kept it to myself,--but think, dearest, of the effects of jealousy on that passionate nature! Sometimes I tremble to look back upon it." Nevertheless, she raised her hands and threw back her lovely golden mane from her childish shoulders with an easy, untroubled gesture.

It was singular that Mary Rogers, leaning back comfortably in the buggy, also accepted these heart-rending revelations with comfortably knitted brows and luxuriously contented concern.

If she found it difficult to recognize in the picture just drawn by Susy the quiet, gentle, and sadly reserved youth she had known, she said nothing.

After a silence, lazily watching the distant wheeling vacquero, she said:-- "And your father always sends an outrider like that with you?
How nice! So picturesque--and like the old Spanish days." "Hush!" said Susy, with another unutterable glance.
But this time Mary was in full sympathetic communion with her friend, and equal to any incoherent hiatus of revelation.
"No!" she said promptly, "you don't mean it!" "Don't ask me, I daren't say anything to papa, for he'd be simply furious.