He filled the four sides, ending with "Wholly thine, Reginald Stanford." Carefully he re-read, made some erasures, folded, and put it in an envelope.

As he sealed the envelope, a big dog came bounding down the bank, and poked its cold, black nose inquisitively in his face.
"Ah! Tiger, _mein Herr_, how are you?
Where is your master ?" "Here," said Doctor Frank.

"Don't let me intrude.

Write the address, by all means." "As if I would put you _au fait_ of my love letters," said Mr.Stanford, coolly putting the letter in his note-book, and the note-book in his pocket.

"I thought you were off to-day ?" "No, to-morrow.