thought he might answer her appeal.

"I couldn't prove that _I_ love _you_, but I feel sure of it."

"And do you believe that we ought to take our feelings for a guide?"

"That's what people do," he ventured, with the glimmer of a smile in his
eyes, which she was fixing so earnestly with her own.

"I am not satisfied that it is the right way," she answered. "If there is
really such a thing as love there ought to be some way of finding it out
besides our feelings. Don't you think it's a thing we ought to talk
sensibly about?"

"Of all things in the world; though it isn't the custom."

Miss Hernshaw was silent for a moment. Then she said, "I believe I should
like a little time."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to answer me at once,--I"

"But if you are going to Europe?"

"I needn't go to Europe at all. I can go to St. Johnswort, and wait for
your answer there."

"It might be a good while," she urged. "I should want to tell my father
that I was thinking about it, and he would want to see you before he
approved."