know----"

"But I don't wish to know anything about you."

"Oh, thank you."

George Morris's face clouded, and he sat silent for a few moments.

"I presume," he said again, "that you think me very impertinent?"

"Well, frankly, I do."

Morris gazed out at the sea, and Miss Earle opened the book which she
had brought with her, and began to read. After a while her companion
said----

"I think that you are a little too harsh with me, Miss Earle."

The young lady placed her finger between the leaves of the book and
closed it, looking up at him with a frank, calm expression in her dark
eyes, but said nothing.

"You see, it's like this. I said to you a little while since that I seem
to have known you before. Now, I'll tell you what I was thinking of when
you met me this morning. I was thinking what a curious thing it would be
if I had been acquainted with you some time during my past life, and had
forgotten you, while you had remembered me."

"That was very flattering to me," said the young lady; "I don't wonder
you laughed."