Still," she added, noticing the disappointment in his face, "it's quite possible--" "Exactly," his face lighting up again.
"Have you seen father's study ?" asked Maimie, innocently.
"No," replied Ranald, wonderingly.

"Is it so beautiful ?" "No, but it's upstairs, and--quiet." "Well ?" said Ranald.
"And perhaps you might like to see it to-morrow night." "How stupid I am.

Will you show it to me ?" "I will be busy, but perhaps Harry--" "Will you ?" said Ranald, coming close to her, with the old imperative in his voice.
Maimie drew back a little.
"Do you know what you make me think of ?" she asked, lowering her voice.
"Yes, I do.

I have thought of it every night since." "You were very rude, I remember." "You didn't think so then," said Ranald, boldly.
"I ought to have been very angry," replied Maimie, severely.
"But you weren't, you know you weren't; and do you remember what you said ?" "What I said?
How awful of you; don't you dare! How can I remember ?" "Yes, you do remember, and then do you remember what _I_ said ?" "What YOU said indeed! Such assurance!" "I have kept my word," said Ranald, "and I am coming to-morrow night.
Oh, Maimie, it has been a long, long time." He came close to her and caught her hand, the slumbering fire in his eyes blazing now in flame.
"Don't, don't, I'm sure there's Aunt Frank.

No, no," she pleaded, in terror, "not to-night, Ranald!" "Then will you show me the study to-morrow night ?" "Oh, you are very mean.