well I shall come back, and--and talk to you as I want to talk to you
now--but can't."

Her brows met in a troubled frown. Her pale lips were drawn tight as
if she were suffering physical pain.

"I see, and I shall not ask questions, either," she said, calmly. "I
realize, too, that you are speaking to me in confidence. I shall tell
no one, but I am going to pray for you. I believe it helps. It seems
to have helped me many, many times."

"No, no, you must not do that," he said, quickly, almost in alarm. "I
am not good enough for that."

"But I can't help it. Some philosopher has said that every desire is a
prayer, and in that case I shall be praying constantly till your
trouble is over."

It was as if she understood, and appreciated the momentary check he
had put upon his passion. They were quite alone. His face was close to
hers; it was full of shadowy yearning, and yet he made no effort to
repeat the blissful caresses of the night before.

Presently he heard her sigh again.

"What is it?" he asked, uneasily.

She was silent for a moment, then she asked: "Do you believe in
premonitions?"