"You make Ashurst beautiful." He saw the color, which had rushed to her face when he had begun to talk, fade slowly; even her lips were white.

But she never looked at him.
"You were not always kind to me," he continued, "but when I come back"-- She turned with a sudden impulse toward him, her breath quick and her lips unsteady.

"Mr.Forsythe," she said, "I"-- But he had risen.

"I suppose I must go," he said in his natural voice, from which sentiment had fled, and left even a suggestion of alarm.
"It is late, and mother may need something,--you know she's always needing something.

We never can forget your kindness, Miss Lois.
Good-by,--good-by!" Though he lingered on that last word and pressed her hand, he had gone in another moment.