THE GIRL IN HIS HOUSE
bit tangled up still. I don't know whether I'm happy or miserable. 'Let's go home!' Think of her saying that to me! Think of going over with her to my house! I shall never be able to look upon it as anything but mine. Think of her finding an old pipe of mine and offering it to me! I've been wandering through labyrinths ever since I struck New York."
"What are you driving at?" demanded Burlingham.
"Hush!" said Betty.
Armitage went on as if he had not heard the interruption: "When I followed her to-night I did not comprehend until I got into the house and she began reading her father's letters to me. Then I knew. I followed her because it was written that I should . . . all the rest of my days."
