here--I never stopped to think. Don't send me away; please don't!"

Celia raised her head. "Well, shut the door, then," she said, "since you
are so anxious to stay. You would have done much better, though, very
much better indeed, to have taken the hint and gone away."

"Will you shake hands with me, Celia?" he asked softly, as he came near
her.

"Sit there, please!" she made answer, indicating a chair in the middle
of the room. He obeyed her, but to his surprise, instead of seating
herself as well, she began walking up and down the length of the floor
again. After a turn or two she stopped in front of him, and looked him
full in the eye. The light from the windows was on her countenance now,
and its revelations vaguely troubled him. It was a Celia he had never
seen before who confronted him.

"I am much occupied by other matters," she said, speaking with cold
impassivity, "but still I find myself curious to know just what limits
you set to your dishonesty."

Theron stared up at her. His lips quivered, but no speech came to them.
If this was all merely fond playfulness, it was being carried to a
heart-aching point.

"I saw you hiding about in the depot at home last evening," she went on.
"You come up here, pretending to have discovered me by accident, but I
saw you following me from the Grand Central this morning."

"Yes, I did both these things," said Theron, boldly. A fine bravery