"I do not know how I can compensate you; but if you will come to the hotel sometime to-morrow--any time--perhaps, there is something--?
Can you come to the hotel to-morrow ?" Her tone was condescending.
"Thank you," said Keith, quietly.

"I am afraid I cannot go to the village to-morrow.

I have already been more than compensated in being able to render a service to a lady.

I have a school, and I make it a rule never to go anywhere except Friday evening or Saturday." He lifted his hat and backed away.
As they drove away the girl said, "Thank you" and "Good-by," very sweetly.
"Who is he, Alice?
What is he ?" asked her mother.
"I don't know.

Mr.Keith.He is a gentleman." As Gordon stood by the roadside and saw the carriage disappear in a haze of dust, he was oppressed with a curious sense of loneliness.