All right! I shall do now, Amy.' She lost sight of him for months afterwards, and only heard from him once.

A whisper passed among the elder collegians that he had been seen at a mock auction in Moorfields, pretending to buy plated articles for massive silver, and paying for them with the greatest liberality in bank notes; but it never reached her ears.

One evening she was alone at work--standing up at the window, to save the twilight lingering above the wall--when he opened the door and walked in.
She kissed and welcomed him; but was afraid to ask him any questions.

He saw how anxious and timid she was, and appeared sorry.
'I am afraid, Amy, you'll be vexed this time.

Upon my life I am!' 'I am very sorry to hear you say so, Tip.