Late that night when Nina had finally forgiven him and had settled down

for sleep, Leslie went downstairs for a cigar, to find Elizabeth sitting

there alone, a book on her knee, face down, and her eyes wistful and

with a question in them.

"Sitting and thinking, or just sitting?" he inquired.

"I was thinking."

"Air-castles, eh? Well, be sure you put the right man into them!" He

felt more or less a fool for having said that, for it was extremely

likely that Nina's family was feeling some doubt about Nina's choice.

"What I mean is," he added hastily, "don't be a fool and take Wallie

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Sayre. Take a man, while you're about it."

"I would, if I could do the taking."

"That's piffle, Elizabeth." He sat down on the arm of a chair and looked

at her. "Look here, what about this story the Rossiter girl and a few

others are handing around about Dick Livingstone? You're not worrying

about it, are you?"

"I don't believe it's true, and it wouldn't matter to me, anyhow."

"Good for you," he said heartily, and got up. "You'd better go to bed,

young lady. It's almost midnight."

But although she rose she made no further move to go.

"What I am worrying about is this, Leslie. He may hear it."

"He has heard it, honey."

He had expected her to look alarmed, but instead she showed relief.

"I'll tell you the truth, Les," she said. "I was worrying. I'm terribly

fond of him. It just came all at once, and I couldn't help it. And I

thought he liked me, too, that way." She stopped and looked up at him to

see if he understood, and he nodded gravely. "Then to-day, when he came

to see Nina, he avoided me. He--I was waiting in the hall upstairs, and

he just said a word or two and went on down."

"Poor devil!" Leslie said. "You see, he's in an unpleasant position, to

say the least. But here's a thought to go to sleep on. If you ask me,

he's keeping out of your way, not because he cares too little, but

because he cares too much."

Long after a repentant and chastened Leslie had gone to sleep, his arm

over Nina's unconscious shoulder, Elizabeth stood wide-eyed on the

tiny balcony outside her room. From it in daylight she could see

the Livingstone house. Now it was invisible, but an upper window was

outlined in the light. Very shyly she kissed her finger tips to it.




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