She was coming from the village, and there was a look in her face which gave him a sudden jealous pain.

She held a letter in her hand, and her eyes were running over with happiness; her lips smiled so that they almost broke into laughter as she spoke.
"Something seems to make you very happy, Lois ?" he said.
"It does," she cried,--"very, very!" "I am glad," he said, wishing she could find it in her heart to tell him of her joy.
"Forsythe has come to his senses," he thought.

"I suppose he has been unusually loving, confound him!" The two young people parted, each a little graver than when they met.
"How he does like to be with Helen!" Lois thought, as she went on, and Gifford sighed impatiently as he wished Forsythe were more worthy of her.
He found Helen walking wearily home alone.

"I wanted to say good-by," he said, taking her hand in his big warm grasp, "and just tell you that I'll look after him, you know, in any way I can.

I'll see him every day, Helen." She looked at him gratefully, but did not speak.