But all those ideas went from him at once when she met him almost at the door of the room, and, taking him by the hand, said that she was "so glad to see him--so very glad.

Fancy, Harry, I haven't seen an old friend since I saw you last.

You don't know how hard all that seems." "It is hard," said he; and when he felt the pressure of her hand and saw the brightness of her eye, and when her dress rustled against him as he followed her to her seat, and he became sensible of the influence of her presence, all his diplomacy vanished, and he was simply desirous of devoting himself to her service.

Of course, any such devotion was to be given without detriment to that other devotion which he owed to Florence Burton.

But this stipulation, though it was made, was made quickly, and with a confused brain.
"Yes--it is hard," she said.