But the dreamy-eyed girl watching the man who had so gallantly saved her life, thought only of a love which had stolen into her heart to wake all its slumbering chords to life, and to loosen the sweet music of her singing soul! They were alone, save for the bent figure of Justine Delande at a distant window, and the spirit of Love breathed upon them silently drew them heart to heart.
Here now, before the divinity so fondly worshiped, Harry Hardwicke lost his soldier's ready voice.

"Say no more! You need rest, Miss Nadine! I shall only call to-morrow to assure myself of your perfect recovery.
When your father returns I shall do myself the honor to ask his formal permission to visit you later." There was a sigh and a sob as Nadine Johnstone took her silent lover's hands and pressed them in her own, bursting into happy tears.
"I owe you my life--my father shall speak, but in my own heart I shall treasure your splendid bravery forever!" Her tall young knight stooped over the little hands, kissed them, and was turning to go, when the maiden slipped off a sparkling ring.

"Wear this always for my sake; I can say no more till we meet again!" And, bending low, Captain Hardwicke stepped backward, as from a queen's presence, leaving her there, weak, loving, and trembling in a strange delight.
As he rode slowly homeward in the evening's glow, he passed Major Alan Hawke dashing away to the railway station in a carriage.

Traveling luggage told the story of a sudden jaunt.

A wave of the hand and the secret-service man was gone.