"You know how little there is in me to be proud of. I am ugly and stupid."
Morris greeted this remark with an ardent murmur, in which she recognised nothing articulate but an assurance that she was his own dearest.
But she went on. "I am not even—I am not even—" And she paused a moment.
"You are not what?"
"I am not even brave."
"Ah, then, if you are afraid, what shall we do?"
She hesitated awhile; then at last "You must come to the house," she said; "I am not afraid of that."
"I would rather it were in the Square," the young man urged. "You know how empty it is, often. No one will see us."
"I don't care who sees us! But leave me now."
He left her resignedly; he had got what he wanted. Fortunately he was ignorant that half an hour later, going home with her father and feeling him near, the poor girl, in spite of her sudden declaration of courage, began to tremble again. Her father said nothing; but she had an idea his eyes were fixed upon her in the darkness. Mrs. Penni-
