You will some day know that it was kinder to you to make you look nakedly at facts." "I suppose so," said Keith, politely.

"But some day, Mrs.Yorke, you shall hear of me.

If you do not, remember I shall be dead." With this bit of tragedy he turned and left her, and Mrs.Yorke stood and watched him as he strode down the path, meaning, if he should turn, to wave him a friendly adieu, and also watching lest that which she had dreaded for a quarter of an hour might happen.

It would be dreadful if her daughter should meet him now.

He did not turn, however, and when at last he disappeared, Mrs.Yorke, with a sigh of relief, went up to her room and began to write rapidly..