through more than one cheque with Miss Davenport; and on the opposite side he found Sophia standing, with her usual composure, waiting for his arrival.
She was so identically the same Sophia that he had left so lately, that he felt reassured. She, at least, could not be the dupe of all this. She had come—how, he did not trouble himself to think,—but she had come with the benevolent intention of saving him!
"How do you do, my love?" he began. "I—I thought I should see you here."
"You only see me here, Peter," she replied, in a voice that trembled slightly, in spite of her efforts to command it, "because I felt very strongly that it was my duty to put an end at the earliest moment to a situation which has become impossible!"
"I'm sure," said Peter, "it is quite time it was put an end to—it couldn't go on like this much longer."
"It shall not, if I can help it," she said. "Miss Tyrrell, pray don't go away; what I have to say concerns you too."
"No; don't go away, Miss Tyrrell," added Peter, who felt the most perfect confidence in
