thirty in the morning, Mr. Preston," she added. "And I must write letters and do many more things before Elsie finishes packing to-night; so I know you will excuse me now. We will see you at the train?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Varris," the young American hesitated. "Thank you," he stammered. "Yes, you will see me at the train in the morning and—oh, I certainly will go with you, if I honestly can!"
She nodded cordially and slipped into the next room; and Preston, as he turned to the girl, did not reseat himself at once, but went over and stood at the window which opened upon the lawn, gazing out silently into the dark.
"You must think me very strange," he said slowly.
"No," the girl replied, as though she had been expecting it, "only very sensitive!"
"Very sensitive?"
"Yes. I knew you were, even before you showed it that evening—the last time we saw you."
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