r!" Mrs. Crayford began, "what does this mean?"

"Nothing."

"That won't do, Clara. Try again."

"The heat of the room--"

"That won't do, either. Say that you choose to keep your own secrets,
and I shall understand what you mean."

Clara's sad, clear gray eyes looked up for the first time in Mrs.
Crayford's face, and suddenly became dimmed with tears.

"If I only dared tell you!" she murmured. "I hold so to your good
opinion of me, Lucy--and I am so afraid of losing it."

Mrs. Crayford's manner changed. Her eyes rested gravely and anxiously on
Clara's face.

"You know as well as I do that nothing can shake my affection for you,"
she said. "Do justice, my child, to your old friend. There is nobody
here to listen to what we say. Open your heart, Clara. I see you are in
trouble, and I want to comfort you."

Clara began to yield. In other words, she began to make conditions.

"Will you promise to keep what I tell you a secret from every living
creature?" she began.

Mrs. Crayford met that question, by putting a question on her side.

"Does 'every living creature' include my husband?"

"Your husband more than anybody! I love him, I revere him. He is so
noble; he is so good! If I told him what I am going to tell you, he
would despise me. Own it plainly, Lucy, if I am asking too much in
asking you to keep a secret from your husband."

"Nonsense, child! When you are married, you will know that the easiest
of all secrets to keep is a secret from your husband. I give you my
promise. Now begin!"

Clara hesitated painfully.

"I don't know how to begin!" she exclaimed, with a burst of despair.
"The words won't come to me."

"Then I must help you. Do you feel ill tonight? Do you feel as you felt
that day when you were with my sister and me in the garden?"

"Oh no."

"You are not ill, you are not really affected by the heat--and yet you
turn as pale as ashes, and you are obliged to leave the quadrille! There
must be some reason for this."

"There is a reason. Captain Helding--"

"Captain Helding! What in the name of wonder has the captain to do with
it?"

"He told you something about the _Atalanta_. He said the _Atalanta_ was
expected back from Africa immediately."

"Well, and what of that? Is there anybody in whom you are interested
coming home in the ship?"

"Somebody whom I am afraid of is coming home in the ship."

Mrs. Crayford's magnificent black eyes opened wide in amazement.

"My dear Clara!