He waited impatiently for the answer, but none came for several
days. At last he received a simple and courteous "put off," thus
expressed:--

"DEAR MR. HARRINGTON,

I remember you very well--you were most kind, and I am grateful
for your thought of me. But I hope you will not think me rude if I
ask you not to call. I am living as a paying guest with an old
lady whose health is not very strong and who does not like me to
receive visitors, and you can understand that I try not to
inconvenience her in any way. I do hope you are well and
successful.

Yours sincerely,

ENA ARMITAGE."

He folded up the note and put it in his pocket.

"That finishes me very decisively!" he said, with a laugh at
himself for his own temerity. "Who is it says a woman cannot keep
a secret? She can, and will, and does!--when it suits her to do
so! Never mind, Miss Armitage! I shall find you out when, you
least expect it--never fear!"

Meanwhile Miss Leigh's little house in Kensington was the scene of
mingled confusion and triumph. The "paying guest"--the little
unobtrusive girl, with all her wardrobe in a satchel and her