Did you never, when there seemed none by, look over your shoulder, feeling another presence than your own ?" He ceased to speak, and the hand upon the cask was still.

The sunshine was clean gone from the room, and without the door the wind in the locust-tree answered the voice of the river.

Haward rose from his seat, but made no further motion toward departing.

"You have been frank," he said quietly.

"Had you it in mind, all this while, so to speak to me when we should meet ?" "No," answered the other.