He made a pretence of reading the morning paper. There was
nothing to interest him on' those cold, commonplace pages, not
one thing--but wait! A thought struck him suddenly, and for ten
minutes he searched the columns assiduously, even nervously.
Then he threw down the paper with a sigh of relief.

There was nothing to indicate that her train had been wrecked.
She had undoubtedly reached New York in safety. He looked at his
watch. She was probably enjoying her breakfast at that very
moment. Perhaps she was thinking of him and--perhaps not. The
memory of that last tender hand clasp and the soft glow in her
eyes stood like a wall between the fear that she had forgotten
and the certainty that she remembered. Had not this memory kept
him awake? That and the final, mysterious emotion which had
shown itself in her face as he had last looked upon it? A
thousand times had he pondered over that startled look and the
signs of agitation. Was it fear? Was it dismay? Was it
renunciation? Whatever it was, it sorely disturbed him; it had
partly undone the charm of the moment before--the charm that
could not and would not be gainsaid.

True to his intention, he went to the office early, virtuously
inclined to work. His uncle greeted him warmly and a long
conference over business affairs followed. To Lorry's annoyance
and discomfiture he found himself frequently inattentive.
Several important cases were pending, and in a day or two they
were to go into court with a damage suit of more than ordinary
consequence. Lorry, senior, could not repress his gratification
over the return of his clever, active nephew at such an opportune