"Sorry dear Helen is not here, but of course Gifford will see her to-night.

He does so enjoy his evenings with her.

Well, they are both young--and I have my thoughts!" So, with the utmost innocence, Miss Deborah had planted the seeds of hopelessness and jealousy in the hearts of both these young people.
Gifford spent the rest of the long, still Sunday wandering restlessly through the house, and changing his mind about speaking to Lois every few minutes.

Lois was very distant that evening at the rectory, so Gifford talked mostly to Helen.

There was no chance to say what he had intended, and he made none.
"Well," he said to himself as he went home, not caring to stay and talk to Helen when Lois had gone to church,--"well, it is all a muddle.