pull while I raise the window" -

MISS GALBRAITH: "Yes, yes; but do hurry, please. If any one saw us,
I don't know what they would think. It's perfectly ridiculous!"--
pulling. "It's caught in the corner of the window, between the frame
and the sash, and it won't come! Is my hair troubling you? Is it in
your eyes?"

MR. RICHARDS: "It's in my eyes, but it isn't troubling me. Am I
inconveniencing you?"

MISS GALBRAITH: "Oh, not at all."

MR. RICHARDS: "Well, now then, pull hard!" He lifts the window with
a great effort; the polonaise comes free with a start, and she
strikes violently against him. In supporting the shock he cannot
forbear catching her for an instant to his heart. She frees herself,
and starts indignantly to her feet.

MISS GALBRAITH: "Oh, what a cowardly--subterfuge!"

MR. RICHARDS: "Cowardly? You've no idea how much courage it took."
Miss Galbraith puts her handkerchief to her face, and sobs. "Oh,
don't cry! Bless my heart,--I'm sorry I did it! But you know how
dearly I love you, Lucy, though I do think you've been cruelly
unjust. I told you I never should love any one else, and I never
shall. I couldn't help it; upon my soul, I couldn't. Nobody could.
Don't let it vex you, my"--He approaches her.

MISS GALBRAITH: "Please not touch me, sir! You have no longer any