upon the end of the workbench. "She'll not get in before the middle of
the afternoon, and she may not feel like going to Sherry's to-night."

"Just as she likes," said Droom pettishly. "You mean that she would
not like to be seen there with me unless there is to be something
in it for her, eh?"

"Nonsense. You've got something on your mind, Elias. What is it?
Why do you insist on going to-night?"

"I don't. It's to-night or not at all, however. I'm not in the
habit of letting people decide when I shall dine at Sherry's. If
she doesn't want to come, let her say so." That was all Graydon
could get out of him, so he left in a more perplexed frame of mind
than before.

He was at the dock long before the steamer came to a stop after
its eight days of ceaseless throbbing. She was waving to him from
the rail, her face beaming with happiness. It was just as he had
seen it in his dreams of this day. More than ever he arrayed his
love against her principle; more than ever was he determined to
overcome the obstacles which she had thrown up in her self-arraignment.

There was a cold, biting wind blowing, with the suggestion of snow
in the skies. The passengers came down with rosy cheeks, coloured
by the frost-laden hours on deck. After the tedious, disagreeable
hour with the customs officials, the Cables were driven to the
Holland House. Graydon Bansemer, sitting opposite to Jane in the
carriage, was almost speechless with joy and eagerness. The old
restraint was still upon him, but it was being worn down by degrees