MISS GALBRAITH, in a fearful whisper: "Allen! What will he ever
think of us? I'm sure he saw us!"

MR. RICHARDS: "I don't know what he'll think NOW. He DID think you
were frightened; but you told him you were not. However, it isn't
important what he thinks. Probably he thinks I'm your long-lost
brother. It had a kind of family look."

MISS GALBRAITH: "Ridiculous!"

MR. RICHARDS: "Why, he'd never suppose that I was a jilted lover of
yours!"

MISS GALBRAITH, ruefully: "No."

MR. RICHARDS: "Come, Lucy,"--taking her hand,--"you wished to die
with me, a moment ago. Don't you think you can make one more effort
to live with me? I won't take advantage of words spoken in mortal
peril, but I suppose you were in earnest when you called me your own-
-own"--Her head droops; he folds her in his arms a moment, then she
starts away from him, as if something had suddenly occurred to her.

MISS GALBRAITH: "Allen, where are you going?"

MR. RICHARDS: "Going? Upon my soul, I haven't the least idea."

MISS GALBRAITH: "Where WERE you going?"

MR. RICHARDS: "Oh, I WAS going to Albany."