result. He would be happy, by the Lord, if it cost all honesty
of statement, all abandonment of truth.

Carrie looked at him tenderly. She could have laid her head upon
his shoulder, so delightful did it all seem.
"Well," she said, "I'll try and get ready then."

Hurstwood looked into her pretty face, crossed with little
shadows of wonder and misgiving, and thought he had never seen
anything more lovely.

"I'll see you again to-morrow," he said, joyously, "and we'll
talk over the plans."

He walked on with her, elated beyond words, so delightful had
been the result. He impressed a long story of joy and affection
upon her, though there was but here and there a word. After a
half-hour he began to realise that the meeting must come to an
end, so exacting is the world.

"To-morrow," he said at parting, a gayety of manner adding
wonderfully to his brave demeanour.

"Yes," said Carrie, tripping elatedly away.

There had been so much enthusiasm engendered that she was
believing herself deeply in love. She sighed as she thought of
her handsome adorer. Yes, she would get ready by Saturday. She
would go, and they would be happy.