PHILIP SELWYN." When he had finished, sealed, and stamped his letter he leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself, still under the spell which the thought of her so often now cast over him.

Life and the world were younger, cleaner, fresher; the charming energy of her physical vigour and youth and beauty tinted all things with the splendid hue of inspiration.

But most of all it was the exquisite fastidiousness of her thoughts that had begun to inthral him--that crystal clear intelligence, so direct, so generous--the splendid wholesome attitude toward life--and her dauntless faith in the goodness of it.
Breathing deeply, he drew in the fragrance of her memory, and the bitterness of things was dulled with every quiet respiration.
He smiled again, too; how utterly had his sister mistaken their frank companionship! How stupidly superfluous was it to pretend to detect, in their comradeship, the commonplaces of sentiment--as though such a girl as Eileen Erroll were of the common self-conscious mould--as though in their cordial understanding there was anything less simple than community of taste and the mutual attraction of intelligence! Then, the memory of what his sister had said drove the smile from his face and he straightened up impatiently.

Love! What unfortunate hallucination had obsessed Nina to divine what did not exist ?--what need not exist?
How could a woman like his sister fall into such obvious error; how could she mistake such transparent innocence, such visible freedom from motive in this young girl's pure friendship for himself?
And, as for him, he had never thought of Eileen--he could not bring himself to think of her so materially or sentimentally.

For, although he now understood that he had never known what love, might be--its coarser mask, infatuation, he had learned to see through; and, as that is all he had ever known concerning love, the very hint of it had astonished and repelled him, as though the mere suggestion had been a rudeness offered to this delicate and delicious friendship blossoming into his life--a life he had lately thought so barren and laid waste.
No, his sister was mistaken; but her mistake must not disturb the blossoming of this unstained flower.