n and wealth, but
to make his every hope and wish mine also."

All this had been said in the same natural manner in which they both
usually spoke. Miss De Voe had talked without apparent emotion. But when
she began the last remark, she had stopped looking at Peter, and had
gazed off through the window at the green lawn, merely showing him her
profile. As a consequence she did not see how pale he suddenly became,
nor the look of great suffering that came into his face. She did not see
this look pass and his face, and especially his mouth, settle into a
rigid determination, even while the eyes remained sad.

Miss De Voe ended the pause by beginning, "Don't you"--but Peter
interrupted her there, by saying:

"It is a very sad story to me--because I--I once craved love and
sympathy."

Miss De Voe turned and looked at him quickly. She saw the look of
suffering on his face, but read it amiss. "You mean?" she questioned.

"There was a girl I loved," said Peter softly, "who did not love me."

"And you love her still?"

"I have no right to."

"She is married?"

"Yes."

"Will you tell me about it?"

"I--I would rather not."

Miss De Voe sat quietly for a moment, and then rose. "Dear friend," she
said, laying her hand on Peter's shoulder, "we have both missed the
great prize in life. Your lot is harder than the one I have told you
about. It is very,"--Miss De Voe paused a moment,--"it is very sad to
love--without being loved."

And so ended Lispenard's comedy.

CHAPTER XXXI.

CONFLICTS.

Lispenard went back with Peter to the city. He gave his reason on the
train:

"You see I go back to the city occasionally in the summer, so as to make
the country bearable, and then I go back to the country, so as to make
the city endurable. I shall be in Newport again in a week. When will you
come back?"

"My summering's over."

"Indeed. I thought my cousin would want you again!"

"She did not say so."

"The deuce she didn't. It must be the only thing she didn't say, then,
in your long confabs?"

Peter made no reply, though Lispenard looked as well as asked a
question.

"Perhaps," continued Lispenard, "she talked too much, and so did not
remember to ask you?"

Still Peter said nothing.

"Are you sure she didn't give you a chance to have more of her society?"
Lispenard was smiling.

"Ogden," said Peter gently, "you are behaving contemptibly and you know
it."

The color blazed up into Lispenard's face