heard Mrs. Murray call your name; then I knew that the initials
written in the book spelt your name. And besides, I remembered your
figure and your voice."

Again there was a pause, and her mission ended, Edna turned to go.

"Stop! Why did you not give it to me when you first came?"

She made no reply, and putting his hand on her shoulder to detain
her, he said, more gently than she had ever heard him speak to any
one:

"Was it because you loved my book and disliked to part with it, or
was it because you feared to come and speak to a man whom you hate?
Be truthful."

Still she was silent, and raising her face with his palm, as he had
done in the park, he continued in the same low, sweet voice, which
she could scarcely believe belonged to him:

"I am waiting for your answer, and I intend to have it."

Her large, sad eyes were brimming with precious memories, as she
lifted them steadily to meet his, and answered:

"My grandfather was noble and good, and he was all I had in this
world."

"And you can not forgive a man who happened to be rude to him?"