in one's self to the gaze of outsiders.

"No," he said, when he had recovered
his composure. "But that won't make any
difference. We are on rather intimate terms,
you see."

"Oh! Is it long since you have met?"

"Pretty long; at least it seems so to me."

Grace turned, and looked full at her
companion. He did not meet her glance, but
kept his profile steadily opposed, and went
on smoking with a dreamy air, as if lost in
memories and anticipations, sad, yet sweet.

"Really, Mr. Freeman, I hardly thought
--you have always seemed to care so little
about anything--I didn't suspect you of so
much sentiment."

"I am like other men," he returned, with
a sigh. "My affections are not given
indiscriminately; but when they are given,--you
understand,--I----"

"Oh, I understand: pray don't think it
necessary to explain. I'm sure I'm very far
from wishing to listen to confidences about