Let the remembrance of this conversation pass away with to-night; let us still be to each other as friends--as brother and sister.

Believe me," he concluded, in a deeper tone, "the confession has not lessened you in my estimation." He made a movement as though he would get over the stile, but Barbara did not stir; the tears were silently coursing down her pallid face.

At that moment there was an interruption.
"Is that you, Miss Barbara ?" Barbara started as if she had been shot.

On the other side of the stile stood Wilson, their upper maid.

How long might she have been there?
She began to explain that Mr.Hare had sent Jasper out, and Mrs.Hare had thought it better to wait no longer for the man's return, so had dispatched her, Wilson, for Miss Barbara.