Some day I will explain all.

Run home to _Mademoiselle la gouvernante_ now, and forget all this.

To-morrow we will play again together on the shore, draw the pictures that you love, and weave anew our rope of sand." He smiled as he said it, but the tenderness of his speech went deep into the girl's heart.

She suffered him to take leave of her almost in silence.

Those words of his had set vibrating in her some chord of womanhood that none had ever touched before.