Let once a week suffice." Sir Everard yielded to the inevitable with the best grace possible.

He took his leave, raising Harriet's hand to his lips.
Harrie lingered by the window for a moment, looking wistfully after the slender figure, and slow, graceful walk.
"If he only knew!" she murmured.

"If he only knew the terrible secret that struck me down that night! But I dare not tell--I dare not, even if that voice from the dead had not forbidden me.

I love him so dearly--so dearly! Ah, pitiful Lord! let him never know!".