"You have been very kind to me; you have taken more pains to interest and amuse me than I am worth.

I can laugh about most things, but I can't laugh about going away.

I am honestly and sincerely too grateful for that." She paused, came round to where I was sitting, perched herself on the end of the table, and, resting her hands on my shoulders, added gently: "It must be the day after to-morrow, must it not ?" I could not trust myself to answer.

If I had spoken, I should have betrayed George's secret in spite of myself.
"To-morrow is the tenth day," she went on, softly.

"It looks so selfish and so ungrateful to go the moment I have heard the last of the stories, that I am quite distressed at being obliged to enter on the subject at all.