"I thought you were to stay till next week." "I am afraid of the fever," pronounced De Forest with great gravity, his handsome eyes fastened on her face.

"I am running away from it.

I don't think it safe to stay another day in the place." Gerald colored a little,--not at his words, but his look.

"Then I suppose I need not bid you good-by," she said, turning away.

She seemed almost embarrassed.