to speak it for himself he hardly thought just as he had his happiness and good name in the past now he his happiness in the future but for every pang that he had suffered for the elder he suffered a thousand now as he watched the form from which there came neither sound nor sob though the sod alone knew what bitter tears fell from the eyes pressed close above them and she wept for him though his heart half broke to see her suffer yet exultation swelled it � just as that divine revelation of her love when they had met by the rose bush had at once and stunned him for hopelessly passionately as he loved her he had never looked for or expected any return in kind and beneath that heavenly shock body and soul had cried out fiercely against duty when she had bid him stay and he had with the temptation and cast it out he had put this most exquisite moment of his life almost by and as a beggar into whose hand has been dropped a he had turned away nor thanked her for that precious gift nay had he not even seemed to scorn her when in that strange ghostly meeting in the moonlight he had fled her o e a l stretched hand and the sound of her sweet voice calling him through the wood the echo of those notes of love lingered in his ears yet yet he had taken ones with him when by sheer self mastery he had forced himself from that day only to find that his will compelled him to return so that at the risk of his neck he had leaped from the train soon after it had cleared the station and come straight hither bent on one last secret look at her one last farewell for fresh in his memory was her cold good morning sir spoken with the fine air too proud to be contempt that certain women can assume at will and that had set at such a distance as to make him doubt if his eyes and ears had not played him false and he had half expected to find her indifferent to his departure or at most but a httle ashamed that she had forgotten her legitimate lover to exchange a look of love with a man old enough to be her father and for whom she had always borne the affection of a friend but here in this recess to which her childish hand had once guided him she was herself and unconsciously the true and tender heart was to his gaze perhaps some sense of the wrong he did her by his presence smote him perhaps a sense that his strength was failing him made him resolute to leave her before he should be discovered for with one last long look at the half hidden face one gesture as of despair towards her he turned slowly away something beneath his foot and she sprang up for a moment the gap between her thoughts of in the spirit and his presence here in the flesh was not to be � � her tears her sobs ceased she e stood still as a statue each muscle tense and rigid as steel he said his voice broke the spell once more she breathed and a faint colour her features but into her eyes came a look that fell on him chill as ice as to hide the tears that blotted her face she said have you lord s permission to be here her voice was gentle for was of the sort that can rail at herself but not at her lover or what she loves and though anger alone at his intrusion then filled her mind her eyes and lips told each a different tale yes i have his permission then i will leave you to enjoy it she said and moved to depart what had he not her enough was not her very glance of love by the rose bush won from her under false since he knew himself pledged to another woman and that woman the same he had before her eyes to day i say was not all this enough without returning secretly to spy on her in this her most miserable hour no you will stay he said resolutely and so you love me � i know it now that sir she said with spirit is a lesson very easily is it he said i have learned but one for my love for you is but a of the old then must be satisfied with a new said with a half mocking courtesy he exclaimed what has she to do with me nothing except that she is your � sweetheart my sweetheart echoed frank an angry flush rising fo s to his forehead who has told you such an insane story � but he got no answer had turned her head aside that he might not see the joy that painted her face � joy even though she knew that not all the weight of his love nor hers could bridge the gulf that divided them and you believed it t he said perhaps never having felt the degradation of his position so keenly as then and is that why you said good morning as if i were your footman t does one call one s footman sir t said half turning and showing such happy and eyes still wet of such pure content as read him her heart more sweetly even than her tears had done and you can be happy i he said almost with a groan and after to day we shall never look upon each other s faces again do we not love one another she said at once proudly and gently and is not that enough no it is not enough for me he said and drew his breath hard looking 