"At what cottage?"

"Mrs. Burke's,--not far from the station."

"May I come to see you there?"

Herminia's clear brown eyes gazed down at him, all puzzlement.

"Why, surely," she answered; "I shall be delighted to see you!"

She paused for a second. "We agree about so many things," she went

on; "and it's so rare to find a man who can sympathize with the

higher longings in women."

"When are you likeliest to be at home?" Alan asked.

"In the morning, after breakfast,--that is, at eight o'clock,"

Herminia answered, smiling; "or later, after lunch, say two or

thereabouts."

"Six weeks," Alan repeated, more to himself than to her. Those six

week were precious. Not a moment of them must be lost. "Then I

think," he went on quietly, "I shall call tomorrow."

A wave of conscious pleasure broke over Herminia's cheek, blush

rose on white lily; but she answered nothing. She was glad this

kindred soul should seem in such a hurry to renew her acquaintance.




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