Prove to me that our love is everything; take me back into your
confidence!"

"No," he gasped hoarsely. "I can't tell you--you'd hate me if I did;
you'd never forget--you couldn't!"

She turned her eyes on him in breathless inquiry.

"I would--I promise you now! Marsh, I promise you, can't you believe--?"

He shook his head and gazed somberly into her eyes. She rested her cheek
against the back of his hand where it lay on the arm of his chair. There
was a long silence.

"But what is it, Marsh? What has happened?"

"Nothing's happened," he said at last. "I'm a bit worried, that's all,
about myself--my debts--my extravagance; isn't that enough to upset me?
Every one's crowding me!"

There was another long pause. Evelyn sighed softly; she felt that they
were coming back too swiftly to the every-day concerns of life.

"I'm worried, too, about North!" Langham said presently.

"About North--what about North?"

"They are going to bring him back; didn't you know he had gone West? He
went last night."