She had ceased to think or to reason. Her head was on his shoulder, and they clung blindly to each other and cried like two children.
******
When Tom went to the Temple that night he carried a note from Harry to Dick. With sublime audacity and a confidence deserved she made Tom her messenger.
"It's a little secret," she said, smiling at him, "and you're not to know."
Tom thought it must be something about a Christmas present for himself. He laughed—a little shakily—and took the note.
Dick read it and crushed it in his hand while Tom poured out his full heart.
"There's been some nonsense while I was away," he said; "she must have been dull and unhinged—you left her too much alone, old man. But it's all right now. She couldn't care for anyone but me, after all, and she knew it directly she saw me again. And we're to be married before next year's out, if luck holds."
"Here's luck, old man!" said Dick, lifting his whisky. When Tom had gone to bed, weary with the quick sequence of joy and
