d it with a pencil and closed the book.

At that moment Craven Kyte entered the shop.

On catching sight of her whom he loved and came to meet his face lighted
up with joy and he hastened toward her.

But she held up a warning finger to him, and in obedience to its signal
he moderated his transports and came to her quietly.

"This is no place to make demonstrations of that sort," she said.
"Here, take your pencil and a bit of paper and copy off this address for
me," she added, opening the directory and pointing to the name she had
marked.

"The Reverend Mr. Borden, number --, ---- street," said Craven Kyte,
reading the address that he had copied.

"That will do; now come along. We will go straight to that reverend
gentleman's house," said Mary Grey.

And they left the shop together.

"Oh, Mary, my love--my love! How tantalizing it is to me to meet you
here in public, where I may scarcely take your dear hand, when my heart
is nearly breaking with its repressed feelings!" he whispered, in eager
tones.

"You impatient boy, you are worse than any spoiled child!" she said,
archly.

"Oh, Mary, my love, my lady, you will keep your promise? You will be
mine to-day?" he pleaded.

"I will be yours within two hours--upon one condition."

"Name it--name it!" he eagerly exclaimed.

"You must not marry me under your own name, but under that of Alden
Lytton."

When she had said this, she stole a glance at him to see how he took it,
and she was somewhat abashed by the look of unutterable amazement on the
honest face of the young man.

"Come, what do you say to that?" she inquired.

"My dear Mary, what an astounding proposition!" he exclaimed.

"But you will agree to it?"

He was silent.

"You will agree to this, because you love me," she added.

But he continued silent and very sad.

"You will agree to do this for the sake of making me your wife?" she
persisted.

"My dearest Mary, it is impossible!" he answered, with a painful effort.

"There! I knew it! Say no more! You professed great love for me once.
You were willing to do, dare, or die for me, if necessary. You wished me
to put you to the test, to _try_ you, as you called it; yet, the very
first time I have tested your sincerity, you have failed me, as I
foresaw that you would. Good-bye, Mr. Craven Kyte. We part here, and we
part forever," said Mary Grey, with cold contempt, as she turned away
from him.

"No, no, no--for Heaven's sake, no!" cried t