I do?"

Shivering, gasping, wild-eyed, she clung to him, and for a long
hour he soothed her as if she had been an hysterical child. He put
her into a comfortable chair, mixed her a sedative, and knelt
beside her, slowly winning her back to calm and sanity again. It
was terrible, of course, but no one but Clarence himself was to
blame, unless it was poor Billy--

"Yes, I must see Billy when she comes back!" Rachael said quickly,
when the tranquillizing voice reached this point. If Warren
Gregory's quiet mouth registered any opposition, she did not see
it, and he did not express it. She was presently sound asleep,
still catching a long childish breath as she slept. But she woke
smiling, with all the horrid visions of the past few days
apparently blotted out, and she and Warren went gayly downtown to
get steamer tickets, and buy appropriate frocks and hats for the
spring heat of Bermuda.

In midsummer came the inevitable invitation to visit old friends
at Belvedere Bay. Rachael was pleased to accept Mrs. Moran's
hospitality for a glorious July week. Warren, to her delight, took
an eightdays' holiday, and while he looked to his racquet and golf
irons she packed her prettiest gowns. Belvedere Bay welcomed them
rapturously, and beautiful Mrs. Gregory was the idol of the hour.
Mrs. Moulton, giving a tennis tea during this week, duly sent Mrs.
Gregory a card. But when society wondering whether Rachael would
really be a guest in her own old home, had duly gathered at the
Breckenridge house, young Dicky Moran was so considerate as to be
flung from his riding-horse. Neither the Gregorys nor the Morans