the Square, he looked down at me, and slipped my hand from his arm into
the clasp of his warm fingers. Through my glove he felt the ring, and gave
the hand a little, almost timid pressure.

"Am I doing right? Ought I to wear it?" I cried. "Won't you help me think,
just as if you didn't--didn't care? This isn't like last summer. We are
different; I am very different. You must have seen to-night, that I am not
at all the same girl. I've told you that I can't be certain; I am dazed."

"I shall remember everything--all you told me when I came, and now," he
said. "But you are doing right--darling!"

He held my hands when we parted and looked into my eyes, and I saw that
his own were shining. His love seemed too deep for any outburst of
passion, or else he feared to alarm me; and yet he seemed so sure.

I wish--I wish--oh, I don't know what I wish; I ought not to be bound to
any one; but I suppose I love John.



CHAPTER II.


A LOOKING OVER BY THE PACK.

Jan. 2.

If women are not meant to study, Prof. Darmstetter should be pleased with
me. Instead of working up my laboratory notebooks, I have sat until