She was now facing the lamp that was feebly radiating down upon them, and he could see, plainly enough, that she was pretty. He had divined as much, however, basing his divination upon her beautifully modulated and sweet voice, which he thought could accompany no other than blue eyes, rosy cheeks and cupid lips. "Will you accept mine?" he asked again, seeing she was having trouble in raising her own to a due and rigid uprightness. "To whom shall I return it, should I accept it?" she asked. "Oh, never mind its return," he replied. "Then I shall not accept it," she insisted. "If you insist on returning it, then to the office of Jarney & Lowman," he answered. "Why, what have you to do with that firm?" she asked, with surprise. "I am one of the bookkeepers in the office of that firm," he answered, hesitatingly, for her tone of surprise was such that he could not guess its meaning. "Ha, ha, ha!" she laughed. "It seems so ridiculous in me standing here this soggy night, feeling so fearful all the while that I might have fallen into the hands of a ruffian! Ha, ha, ha! I must tell papa as soon as I get home. Such a strange coincidence one never heard of before!" The pleasant demeanor of the young lady, so suddenly taken on, set John to staring at her, now in a great quandary, now in mingled confusion and hesitancy as to what to say further. "To whom have I the honor of being so unceremoniously introduced on such an aqueous night?" he asked. "Why, I am Edith Jarney, daughter of Hiram Jarney," she replied, with so much more confidence in herself that she felt she would not now hesitate to be on friendly terms with this humble worker in her father's office. "And your name?" she was emboldened to ask. "John Winthrope," he blurted out, a little flustrated over the turn the accidental meeting had taken. "Mr. Winthrope," she said, extending her hand; "I am very glad to know you, and to know that you are an employe of my father." As he took her gloved hand, she continued, "yes, with your permission, I will accept your umbrella; but it seems so ungracious for me to do so. What will you do without one, and the rain coming down so?" "I have not far to go," he answered. He pressed her hand lightly, while she held his firmly and sincerely in her effort to impress upon him how very thankful she was for his kindness. "It gives me pleasure, indeed, Miss Jarney," he returned, looking steadily at her, "to assist you. I hope I may have the further pleasure of seeing you again, some day; but I can hardly expect that--" "Why not?" she interrupted. "--unless it should be by chance," he finished, releasing her hand.