an abandonment of grief into his longing arms. "And that is
what makes my task so hard. That is why I have not allowed myself to
see you all these past days. It was not coldness, Teddy, it was love. I
dared not see you, because all must be at an end between us."

"Do you think, with you in my arms like this, with the assurance of
your love fresh upon your lips, and now"--stooping--"upon mine, I can
do anything but laugh at such treason as that?"

"Nay, but you must listen, Teddy, and believe that I am earnest in all
that I say. For the future I shall neither see you nor hear from you: I
must even try to forget you, if I would succeed in what lies before me.
From henceforth I shall do my best to regard you as a stranger, to keep
you at arm's length."

"Never," says Luttrell, emphatically, tightening his arms around her,
as though to enforce the meaning of the word and show the absurdity of
her last remark. "You talk as though you meant to convince me, but
unhappily you don't. The more you say the more determined I am to marry
you at once, and put a stop to all such nonsense as your trying to
work."

"And are you going to marry Letitia also, and Lovat, and the two little
girls, and the baby?" asks she, quietly. "Who is talking nonsense now?
You seem to forget that they and I are one."

"Something must be done," says Luttrell, wretchedly.

"I quite agree with you; but who is going to do it?"

"I will"--decidedly; "I shall cut the army. My father has been a member
and a staunch Conservative for years, and surely he must have some
interest. I have heard of posts under government where one has little
or nothing to do, and gets a capital salary for doing it; why should
not I drop into one of them? Then we might all live together, and
perhaps you might be happy."

"But in the meantime"--sadly--"we poor folks must live."

"That is the worst of it," says Luttrell, with questionable taste,
biting his moustache. "Well"--angrily--"I see you are as bent on having
your own way as ever. Tell me about this mighty plan of yours."

"I cannot, indeed, and you must not ask me. If I did tell you, probably
you would scoff at it, or perhaps be angry, and I will not let myself
be discouraged. It is quite useless your pressing me about this matter.
I will not tell."

"And do you mean to tell me you purpose going alone into the great
London world to seek your fortune, without a protector? You must be
mad."

"I have Letitia."

"Le