him and the great heiress gaped, impassable.

Lucy spent much time with her old friend, and Frances at
last broke the silence concerning him.

"The boy never before knew what love was. And it is you
that he loves, child."

"He has not told me so," said Lucy coldly.

"No. And never will. It is your wealth that makes him
dumb. I wish it was gone," said Frances earnestly.
"Gone. You would be so happy. What is money compared to
being----"

"George's wife?" Lucy laughed.

"Yes. George's wife. I know what he is worth," his
mother said boldly. "You might give it away?" looking
eagerly in the girl's face. "In charity."

"I might do so," said Miss Dunbar tranquilly.


One morning in April Mrs. Waldeaux saw George coming up
from the station. She ran to meet him.

He was pale and breathless with excitement. "What is it?
What has happened?" she cried.