It would be more--a confession!" "Not more than they already know," she said wearily.

"But, I tell you, you MUST go.

I have sneaked out of the house and run here all the way to warn you.

If you--you care for me, Jack--you will go." "I should be a traitor to you if I did," he said quickly.

"I shall stay." "But if--if--Jack--if"-- she drew nearer him with a new-found timidity, and then suddenly placed her two hands upon his shoulders: "If--if--Jack--I were to go with you ?" The old rapt, eager look of possession had come back to her face now; her lips were softly parted.