The clock strikes one as she rises with a little shiver, and is soon in bed, but it is sometime before her eyes close, and even after she is asleep sobs check her breathing. Dear, good little heart it is always hardest to do what _seems_ right, and it seems too, as if it will never be rewarded, but surely, surely it is in the end.... Drip, drip, drip, is what Dalrymple hears as soon as he wakes. 'Wet,' he says to himself turning round, 'no good getting up yet, Philippa is sure not to.' For ten minutes he dozes, and then with two or three loud yawns he pulls himself together, and at length attired in a faultless suit he opens his door. It is still what he calls early, (being half-past eight) and he meets no one as he descends. Whistling gaily, he opens the door of the drawing-room, and finds Philippa there already, standing by the window. She turns as he goes up to her, and when he is about to embrace her she draws back. 'Good-morning,' she says, looking up at him for a moment and then gazing steadily at the carpet; the pattern of which she remembers long afterwards. 'Good-morning,' he replies blankly, and then thinking that perhaps she is shy, he puts his hand on her shoulder, saying, 'Lippa, dearest, what is the matter?' There is an amount of concern in his voice that is almost too much for her, but she has made up her mind to tell him it is impossible for her to marry him, and cost what it may she will do it. 'Mr Dalrymple,' she begins in a low but perfectly calm voice, 'if you remember I told you last night that I had something to say to you--' 'Certainly,' he says, 'that is why I came down so early; but why have you changed so since yesterday?' 'That is exactly it, I have changed since yesterday,' says she, 'I--er--I think I led you to imagine that I would marry you, but--' 'But,' he echoes, bending towards her, 'you have not changed your mind, have you?' 'Yes I have,' replies Philippa clasping her hands tightly behind her back. 'Do you mean it?' he asks in a bewildered tone. 'Yes,' this very low. 'May I ask why you have changed?' and Dalrymple draws himself up and his voice is cold and studiously polite. 'Is it money,--I am not very well off I know, but I did not think you were the kind of girl to mind that?' 'Ah, you see I am different from what you thought, it is a good thing we found it out before it was too late.' Jimmy looks at her curiously, and then catches her in his arms. 'Oh my dearest,' he says, 'you can't mean it, you could not be so cruel--' For a second Lippa feels she cannot hold out any longer, but it is only for a second, and then freeing herself from his embrace she says slowly and distinctly--'I mean all I have said.' 'I must go then,' says Jimmy, a world of sorrow in his honest brown eyes.