Miss Wildmere's cold glance met her everywhere with the assurance that such a creature as she could never be anything to him, and, alas! his own words confirmed the verdict.

Love that gives all demands all, and such pitiful affection as he now gave was only a mockery.

The morning found her too weak to leave her room, and for the few following days she made illness her excuse for remaining in seclusion.

As Graydon looked ruefully at her vacant chair the fourth evening after the company, Mrs.Muir remarked, reproachfully, "I hope you now realize how delicate Madge is.

You never should have coaxed her to go to that party." He was filled with compunction, and brought her flowers, boxes of candy, books, and everything which he imagined would amuse her.