It was an enchanted world to these two. For some time they sat side by

side, or, rather, Drake sat at Nell's feet, her hand sometimes resting,

lightly as a dove's wing, with a caress in its touch, upon his head.

There were long spells of silence, for such joy as theirs is shy of

words; but now and again they talked.

They had so much to tell each other, and each was greedy of even the

smallest detail. Drake wanted to hear of all that had happened to her

since the terrible parting on the night of the Maltbys' ball--how long

ago it seemed to them as they sat there in the sunshine that flickered

through the leaves and touched Nell's hair with flashes of light.

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And Nell told him everything--everything excepting the episode of Lady

Wolfer and Sir Archie--that was not hers to tell, but Lady Wolfer's

secret, and Nell meant to carry it to the grave with her; not even to

this dearly loved lover of hers could she breathe a word of that crisis

in Ada Wolfer's life. And yet, if she had been free to tell him about it

then and there, how much better it would have been for them both, how

much difference it would have made in their lives!

"And was there no one, no other man whom you saw, who could teach you to

forget me, Nell?" he asked, half fearfully.

Nell blushed and shook her head.

"Surely there was some one among all you knew who was not quite blind,

who was sensible enough to fall in love with the loveliest and the

sweetest girl in all London?"

Nell's blush grew warmer as she remembered some of the men who had paid

court to her, who would have been her suitors if she had not kept them

at arm's length.

"There was no one," she said simply.

"Falconer?" he said, in a low voice.

The color slowly ebbed from her face, and her eyes grew rather sad as she

reflected that her happiness had been purchased at the cost of his pain

and self-sacrifice.

"Yes," she said, in a whisper, for she could not hide the truth from

him; her heart was bare to his gaze. "If--if you had not come, if he had

chosen to accept me, I should have married him. But you came at the very

moment, Drake; and at the sound of your voice----He saw my face, and

read the truth."

"Poor Falconer," he said, very gravely. "He is a better man than I am,

than I shall ever be, even under the influence of your love, and the

happiness it will bring me. I owe him a big debt, Nell; and though I

can't hope to pay it, I must do what I can to make his life more

smooth."




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