She saw the look of suffering on his face, but read it amiss.

"You mean ?" she questioned.
"There was a girl I loved," said Peter softly, "who did not love me." "And you love her still ?" "I have no right to." "She is married ?" "Yes." "Will you tell me about it ?" "I--I would rather not." Miss De Voe sat quietly for a moment, and then rose.

"Dear friend," she said, laying her hand on Peter's shoulder, "we have both missed the great prize in life.

Your lot is harder than the one I have told you about.

It is very,"-- Miss De Voe paused a moment,--"it is very sad to love--without being loved." And so ended Lispenard's comedy..