"I am glad you have come. I wish to talk with you," he said, drawing her

down into a chair beside him, and placing his arm lightly across its

back. "What sent you here, Alice? I supposed you had retired," he

continued, bending upon her a look which made her slightly

uncomfortable.

But she soon recovered, and answered laughingly: "I, too, supposed you had retired. I came for my scissors, and finding

you here alone, thought I would startle you, but you have not told me

yet of what you were thinking."

"Of the present, past and future," he replied; then, letting his hand

drop from the back of the chair upon her shoulder, he continued: "May I

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talk freely with you? May I tell you of myself, what I was, what I am,

what I hope to be?"

Her cheeks burned dreadfully, and her voice was not quite steady, as,

rising from her seat, she said: "I like a stool better than this chair. I'll bring it and sit at your

feet. There, now I am ready," and seating herself at a safe distance

from him, Alice waited for him to commence.

She grew tired of waiting, and turning her lustrous eyes upon him, said

gently: "You seem unhappy about something. Is it because Adah leaves to-morrow?

I am sorry, too; sorry for me, sorry for you; but, Hugh, I will do what

I can to fill her place. I will be the sister you need so much. Don't

look so wretched; it makes me feel badly to see you."

Alice's sympathy was getting the better of her again, and she moved her

stool a little nearer to Hugh, while she involuntarily laid her hand

upon his knee. That decided him; and while his heart throbbed almost to

bursting, he began by saying: "I am in rather a gloomy mood to-night, I'll admit. I do feel Adah's

leaving us very much; but that is not all. I have wished to talk with

you a long time--wished to tell you how I feel. May I, Alice?--may I

open to you my whole heart, and show you what is there?"

For a moment Alice felt a thrill of fear--a dread of what the opening

of his heart to her might disclose. Then she remembered Golden Hair,

whose name she had never heard him breathe, save as it passed his

delirious lips. It was of her he would talk; he would tell her of that

hidden love whose existence she felt sure was not known at Spring Bank.

Alice would rather not have had this confidence, for the deep love-life

of such as Hugh Worthington seemed to her a sacred thing; but he looked

so white, so careworn, so much as if it would be a relief, that Alice

answered at last: "Yes, Hugh, you may tell, and I will listen."




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