His masculine vanity was gratified by the irrepressible confession of her love for him.
"Not from you, my dear little Rose.

To-morrow you will know all--where I am going, and who I am." "Who you are! Are you not Mr.Reinecourt ?" "Certainly!" half laughing.

"But that is rather barren information, is it not?
Can you wait until to-morrow ?" His smile, the clasp in which he held her hand, reassured her.
"Oh, yes," she said, drawing a long breath, "I can wait!" That day--Rose remembered it afterward--he stood holding her hands a long time at parting.
"You will go! What a hurry you are always in," he said.
"A hurry!" echoed Rose.

"I have been here three hours.

I should have gone long ago.