cannot let you go; you may be killed.' And he says again,
`What is that to you?' And she says: `It is everything to
me. I love you.' And he makes a grab at her with his wounded
arm, and at that instant both armies open fire in the valley
below, and the whole earth and sky seem to open and shut, and
the house rocks. The girl rushes at him and crowds up against
his breast, and cries: `What is that? Oh, what is that?' and
he holds her tight to him and laughs, and says: `THAT?
That's only a battle--you love me.'"

Miss Morris looked steadfastly over the side of the boat at
the waters rushing by beneath, smiling to herself. Then she
turned her face towards Carlton, and nodded her head at him.
"I think," she said, dryly, "that you have a fair idea of what
it means; a rough working-plan at least--enough to begin on."

"I said that I knew what it meant to others. I am complaining
that I cannot feel it myself."

"That will come in time, no doubt," she said, encouragingly,
with the air of a connoisseur; "and let me tell you," she
added, "that it will be all the better for the woman that you
have doubted yourself so long."

"You think so?" said Carlton, eagerly.

Miss Morris laughed at his earnestness, and left him to go
below to ask her aunt to join them, but Mrs. Downs preferred
to read in the saloon, and Miss Morris returned alone. She
had taken off her Eton jacket and pulled on a heavy blue