"I do not know," replied Anne; "or, rather, I do know, but can not tell you. Never mind about me, Mr. Dexter. I am unhappy; but no one can help me. I must help myself." "Mr. Pronando should esteem it his dearest privilege to do so," said Dexter, who felt himself growing old and cynical under this revelation of fresh young love. "Yes," murmured Anne, then stopped. "If you will leave me now," she said, after a moment, "it would be very kind." "I will go, of course, if you desire it; but first let me say one word. Your aunt objects to this engagement, and you have neither father nor mother to take your part. I have a true regard for you, which is not altered by the personal disappointment I am at present feeling; it is founded upon a belief in you which can not change. Can I not help you, then, as a friend? For instance, could I not help Mr. Pronando--merely as a friend? I know what it is to have to make one's own way in the world unaided. I feel for such boys--I mean young men. What does he intend to do? Give me his address." "No," said Anne, touched by this prompt kindness. "But I feel your generosity, Mr. Dexter; I shall never forget it." Her eyes filled with tears, but she brushed them away. "Will you leave me now?" she said. "Would it not be better if we returned together? I mean, would not Miss Vanhorn notice it less? You could excuse yourself soon afterward." "You are right. I will go down with you. But first, do I not show--" she went toward the mirror. "Show what?" said Dexter, following her, and standing by her side. "That you are one of the loveliest young girls in the world--as you look to-night, the loveliest?" He smiled at her reflection in the mirror as he spoke, and then turned toward the reality. "You show nothing," he said, kindly; "and my eyes are very observant." They went toward the door; as they reached it, he bent over her. "If this engagement should by any chance be broken, then could you not love me a little, Anne--only a little?" he murmured, looking into her eyes questioningly. "I wish I could," she answered, gravely. "You are a generous man. I would like to love you." "But you could not?" "I can not." He pressed her hand in silence, opened the door, and led the way down to the hall-room. They had been absent one hour.