If it weighed overmuch with him, then you and I are on a plane again--or I am on an inferior one.
Your joy will be sweeter for this break!' "She started, raised my head from her shoulder, looked at me and shuddered--but no longer with hate.

'Carmel!' she whispered, 'the story--the story I read you of Francis the First and--' "'Yes,' I agreed, 'that made me think,' Her knees bent under her; she sank at my feet, but her eyes never left my face.

'And--and Elwood ?' 'He knows nothing.

I did not make up my mind till to-night.

Adelaide, it had to be.