changed color nor dropped his eyes. Then, at last, "Did she wish you not to tell me?" he asked.
"She wished me to tell no one. But I prevailed upon her to let me tell you."
"Thank you," said Ferdinand with a little bow—and an immense irony.
"It's a great surprise," continued Mrs. Mason. "I never suspected it. And there I was talking about Mr. Stapleton! I don't see how they have managed it. Well, I suppose it's for the best. But it seems odd that Caroline should have refused so many superior offers, to put up at last with Dr. Knight."
Ferdinand had felt for an instant as if the power of speech was deserting him; but volition nailed it down with a great muffled hammer-blow.
"She might do worse," he said mechanically.
Mrs. Mason glanced at him as if struck by the sound of his voice. "You're not surprised, then?"
"I hardly know. I never fancied there was anything between them, and yet, now that I look back, there has been nothing against it. They have talked of each other neither too much nor too little. Upon my soul, they're an accomplished couple!" Glancing back at his friend's constant reserve and self-possession, Ferdinand—strange as it may seem—could not repress a certain impulse of sympathetic
