"Come, you will accept, will you not?" She extended her hand. "Shall we be friends?"
He trembled for a moment and his own hand resistlessly sought hers.
"Yes!" he cried with deep emotion, unconsciously crushing her hand in his.
"You will come to-morrow morning to the house and go over the papers with me?"
"To-morrow afternoon," he replied, as a momentary cloud shadowed his brow. "I have an important engagement for the morning." And he thought of Billy with a pang.
"Then to-morrow afternoon," she cried, with a tender smile that lingered as a caress long after she had passed from the door.
