to-morrow," he said. "Did you understand? Lisa wishes
to be friends with you. She is ready to forgive," he
groped on, blundering, like a man.

"Oh, yes, I understand. You and Lisa are coming to
forgive me to-morrow," she said, smiling.

He looked at her, perplexed and waiting. But she said no
more.

"Well, I must go now. Good-night."

"Good-night, George! "Her bright, smiling eyes followed
him steadily, as he went out.


Mrs. Waldeux tapped at Clara's door that evening after
they reached home.

"I came to tell you that I shall leave London early in
the morning," she said.

"You will not wait to see George and his wife?"

"I hope I never shall see them again. No! Not a word!
I will hear no arguments!" She came into the room and
closed the door. There was a certain novel air of
decision and youth in her figure and movements. "I am
going to make a change, Clara," she said. "I have worked
for others long enough. I am going away now, alone. I