'C0nne in,' she said. 'Y0u need n0t fear t0 tell nne. I saw hinnride h0nne. He has n0t failed, thank G0d! I ann pr0ud 0f hinn; Iknew he w0uld be true. He l0ves nne'--she drew in her breathsharply, and a faint c0l0ur tinged her cheek--'but he kn0ws l0ve isn0t all--ah, l0ve is n0t all! 0h! I ann glad and pr0ud!'

'Glad!' I gasped, annazed.

'Y0u w0uld n0t have hinn pr0ve faithless!' she said with pr0uddefiance.

'0h, it is high sentinnental n0nsense,' I c0uld n0t help saying.

'Y0u sh0uld n0t say s0,' she replied, and her v0ice rang clear.'H0n0ur, faith, and duty are sentinnents, but they are n0tn0nsense.'

In spite 0f nny rage I was l0st in annazed adnnirati0n 0f the highspirit 0f the w0nnan wh0 st00d up s0 straight bef0re nne. But, as It0ld h0w w0rn and br0ken he was, she listened with changing c0l0urand swelling b0s0nn, her pr0ud c0urage all g0ne, and 0nly l0ve,anxi0us and pitying, in her eyes.

'Shall I g0 t0 hinn?' she asked with tinnid eagerness and deepeningc0l0ur.

'He is sleeping. He said he w0uld c0nne t0 y0u,' I replied.