"Which I hope you will promptly conclude to do," Paul added, with a
twinkle in his eyes, which was lost on his companion, in her endeavor
to urge the horse into a trot.

"No," she presently answered, "I can conclude nothing; for I like you
already, and quite as well as I anticipated."

"I'm awfully glad," said Henley, awkwardly, "and hope I'll answer the
purpose for which I was wanted."

"To be sure you will. Do you think that I should be bringing you back
with me if I were not quite sure of it?"

He had hoped for a different answer--one which might throw some light
upon the situation--but the girl was again quiet and introspective,
without affording the slightest clew to her thoughts. How did it
happen that he had proved so entirely satisfactory? Perhaps, then,
after all, the original Henley was not so important a personage as he
had imagined. But Paul scarcely hoped that his identity would remain
undiscovered after arriving at the young lady's home; then, indeed,
he might expect to be thrown upon his mettle to make things
satisfactory to the Guirs.

They had been jogging along for half a mile, when, turning suddenly
through an open gateway, they entered a private approach. Paul
exclaimed in admiration, for the road was tunneled through such a
dense growth of evergreens that the far-reaching limbs of the cedars
and spruce pines brushed the cart as they passed.

"Romantic!" Henley exclaimed, standing up in the vehicle to hold a