such a thing.
Reluctantly, as before, the sentinels made way for him, and he went on through the wood to the trysting- place, for such it had come to be. She was wait ing. But there was no longer the glad illumination of face, the glad springing forward to meet him. She advanced shyly, a delicate color in her cheek, a trem ulous grace in her manner, that he had not observed before; the consciousness of love had come to her and made her a woman. Never had she seemed so fair to Cecil; yet his resolution did not falter.
"I have come, you see, come to tell you that I can come no more, and to talk with you about your future."
Her face grew very pale.
"Are you going away?" she asked sorrowfully, "and shall I never see you again?"
"I cannot come back," he replied gently. The sight of her suffering cut him to the heart.
"It has been much to see you," he continued, while she stood before him, looking downward, with out reply. "It has been like meeting one of my own people. I shall never forget you."
She raised her head and strove to answer, but the words died on her lips. How he loathed himself, talking so smoothly to her while he hungered to take her in his arms and tell her how he loved her!
Again he spoke.
"I hope you will be happy with Snoqualmie, and "
She lifted her eyes with a sudden light flashing in their black depths.
"Do you want me to hate him? Never speak his name to me again 1 "
