"I could not help it! My heart ached and the tears came.

Somehow I felt that everything was wrong,--and that it was all my fault--" "Your fault!" murmured Lorimer, astonished.

"My dear Miss Gueldmar, what do you mean?
What _is_ your fault ?" "Everything!" she answered sadly, with a deep sigh.

"I am very foolish; and I am sure I often do wrong without meaning it.

Mr.Dyceworthy has been here and--" she stopped abruptly, and a wave of color flushed her face.
Lorimer laughed lightly.