iousness of what was and what was about to
be.

All of a sudden she heard steps on the gravel below; then the hall bell
rang through the silent house. She knew who it was even before she
opened the door and saw him standing there.

"May I come in? They told me you were keeping house alone, and I said I
should just walk over to bid you and Davie good-by."

Roy's manner was grave and matter-of-fact--a little constrained, perhaps,
but not much--and he looked so exceedingly pale and tired that; without
any hesitation, she took him into the school-room, where they were
sitting, and gave him the arm-chair by Davie's sofa.

"Yes, I own to being rather overdone; I have had so much to arrange, for
I must leave here tomorrow, as I think you know."

"The boys told me."

"I thought they would. I should have done it myself, but every day I
hoped to see you. It was this fellow's fault, I suppose," patting
Davie's head. "He seems quite well now, and as jolly as possible. You
don't know what it is to say 'Good-by,' David, my son." Mr. Roy, who
always got on well with children, had a trick of calling his younger
pupils "My Son."

"Why do you say 'good-by' at all, then!" asked the child, a mischievous
but winning young scamp of six or seven, who had as many tricks as a
monkey or a magpie. In fact, in chattering and hiding things he was
nearly as bad as a magpie, and the torment of his governess's life; yet
she was fond of him. "Why do you bid us good-by, Mr. Roy? Why don't you
stay always with Miss Williams and me?"

"I wish to God I could."

She heard that, heard it distinctly, though it was spoken beneath his
breath; and she felt the look, turned for one moment upon her as she
stood by the window. She never forgot either--never, as long as she
lived. Some words, some looks, can deceive, perhaps quite unconsciously,
by being either more demonstrative than was meant, or the exaggeration of
coldness to hide its opposite; but sometimes a glance, a tone, betrays,
or rather reveals, the real truth in a manner that nothing afterward can
ever falsify. For one instant, one instant only, Fortune felt sure,
quite sure, that in some way or other she was very dear to Robert Roy.
If the next minute he had taken her into his arms, and said or looked the
words which, to an earnest-minded, sincere man like him, constitute a
pledge for life, never to be disannulled or denied, she could have hardly
have felt more completely his own