What has brought him here to-day, I wonder ?" Appearing not to heed the remark, Eve glanced across at Patty, and said with a laugh: "It's like Paris again, isn't it--we three?
You ought to come and live here, Patty.

Don't you think you could get a place in Birmingham?
Mr.
Hilliard would get a piano for his room, and you could let him have some music.

I'm too old to learn." "I'm sure he wouldn't want _me_ jingling there." "Wouldn't he?
He's very fond of music indeed." Hilliard stopped.
"Well, I don't think I'll go any further," he said mechanically.
"You're quite well again, Eve, and that's all I wanted to know." "What about to-morrow ?" Eve asked.
The sun had set, and in the westward sky rose a mountain of menacing cloud.

Hilliard gave a glance in that direction before replying.
"Don't count upon me.

Patty and you will enjoy the day together, in any case.