"I have her safe in my own keeping. Dearest," in a low, vibrating tone full of tenderness, "if I ever grow supine or forgetful in my great happiness, and the memory of these long years of misery and unrest fade away, you must bring me here and I shall remember." "You shall remember nothing but that I love you," she whispered. "Malcolm, you will not leave me to-morrow? I cannot part with you so soon." And he promised that he would certainly remain over Sunday. Elizabeth had not entirely laid aside her mourning, but the black silk dress she selected that evening fitted her exquisitely, and the dull, heavy folds suited her tall, queenly figure. She looked at herself for a moment, then with a hesitating hand she fastened a spray of white lilac in her dress. The next moment there was a familiar tap at her door, and Dinah, flushed and agitated, came into the room. Elizabeth watched her smilingly; then she opened her arms without a word, and for a few moments the sisters held each other very closely. "Oh, Betty, my darling--my darling, if you knew how happy this has made me!" "How did you know, Die--have you seen him?" "Yes, just now; he was crossing the hall, and I saw his face. We were alone, there was no one near, and he caught hold of my hands--oh, such a grip. 'Dinah,' he said--'you will let me call you Dinah now? for I am going to be your brother.' But we had no time for another word, for Cedric and Anna came out of the drawing-room." "We shall not tell them this evening," returned Elizabeth. "Malcolm has promised to keep it quiet. I told him that only you--my other self--must know to-night. You will be careful, will you not, Die?" "Yes, dear, but you must let me hear more. How did it happen, Betty? I thought you and Malcolm Herrick never meant to speak to each other again. It has been such a tiresome, uncomfortable day. When I brought you that cup of tea on the terrace I did so long to say a word to you; but I saw by your face that I should only make things worse." "I am glad you refrained. Do you know, Die, I thought I heard them in the drive--I had no idea that Malcolm had returned an hour before--and I got into such a panic that I went down to the Pool to recover myself, and--and he was there." "At the Pool?" "Yes, and he heard me, and I was obliged to stay; and then he told me that the place haunted him, and gave him bad dreams--oh, such ghastly dreams; and then all at once he said he was taking his last look at it--that he never meant to come here again." "Poor fellow, did he really say that?" "It was poor Betty, I think, then. Oh, Die, if you knew how limp and helpless I felt when he said that; I trembled so that I was obliged to sit down, and--and I could not help crying. I know I acted like a fool, but the next moment I could feel him bending over me, and his voice was quite changed and gentle when he asked me why I was crying." "Of course you told him?"