" "But you haven't told me what you were thinking of when I came in," he said, interrupting his narrative; "please tell me!" She did not answer, and, bending her head a little, she looked inquiringly at him from under her brows, her eyes shining under their long lashes.

Her hand shook as it played with a leaf she had picked.

He saw it, and his face expressed that utter subjection, that slavish devotion, which had done so much to win her.

"I see something has happened.

Do you suppose I can be at peace, knowing you have a trouble I am not sharing? Tell me, for God's sake," he repeated imploringly.