Please come again soon.

I ought not to have brought you here this evening, only to see me cry like a baby.

But--I had done you such injustice in my mind about that seven dollars, and then to find that--Oh!" Miss De Voe showed signs of a recurring break-down, but mastered herself.

"Good-evening." Peter gone, Miss De Voe had another "good" cry--which is a feminine phrase, quite incomprehensible to men--and, going to her room, bathed her eyes.

Then she sat before her boudoir fire, thinking.