Thank you." The doctor nodded and said in a hearty voice: "Oh, we've got to pull him through somehow.

That's what I'm here for." And he went away briskly across the lawn.
"What are you going to do ?" asked Constance in a low voice.
"I don't know; write to my father, I think." "You ought not to sit up after such a journey." "Do you suppose I could sleep _to-night_ ?" Constance drew her into her arms; the girl clung to her, head hidden on her breast.
"Shiela, Shiela," she murmured, "you can always come to me.

Always, always!--for Garry's sake....

Listen, child: I do not understand your tragedy--his and yours--I only know you loved each other....

Love--and a boy's strange ways in love have always been to me a mystery--a sad one, Shiela....