Think of to-morrow.

Meeting then will be all the sweeter." As I spoke, it was as if a voice echoed mine, saying different words mockingly.

"If there be any meeting--to-morrow, or ever." I shut my ears to the voice, and went on quickly: "Before we say good-bye, I've something to show you--something you'll like very much.

Wait here till I get it from the next room." Marianne was tidying my dressing-room for the night, bustling here and there, a dear old, comfortable, dependable thing.

She was delighted with my success, which she knew all about, of course; but she was not in the least excited, because she had loyally expected me to succeed, and would have thought the sky must be about to fall if I had failed.