"You are a silly boy, John, but I like you very much to-night." She bent over the table, tauntingly, alluring. "You are not quite as cold as you look, John. Wouldn't it be funny if I had to be afraid of you?" He followed her; she laughed again, and started to run to the door, and as she did so a small, flat leather box fell out of the fancy shopping bag she still held in her hand, and which had come unfastened, as she had drawn herself away from him. As John stopped and stooped to pick the little box up, her whole manner changed so suddenly that he was startled. The love, the mischief, and the deeper feeling that had done so much to intoxicate him, was wiped out, and in its place there was a look of fear and anger, and as she spoke her voice was harsh and cold. "Give that to me." "Why?" He hesitated, astounded. "Give it to me." "Why not?" He handed it to her, and as she took it from him her face changed again, and she looked relieved and happy. "What is it, Lola? It looks like a jeweller's box." "Hush! We are not married yet, Mr. John Dorris. You must not pry into the mysteries of a lady's toilet." "Oh!" He laughed happily as she returned the little box to her bag, and made sure that it was fastened. "It is hardly fair for you to blame me for our not having married, Lola, is it? Come, dear; why should you keep putting me off? I have money enough to take care of you, and I'll be making more right along now. Come, Lola! Can't it be soon?" "That is quite enough of such nonsense," she said airily, still keeping away from him. But he was serious now. He had been deeply stirred, and, like most men who, as a general thing, have their emotions well under control, it was difficult for him to so suddenly regain his composure. "I--I love you, Lola!" The real earnestness in his tone stopped her. It was as though something deep in her heart answered to the yearning in his voice, and she turned gently to him, a look on her face that he had not seen for weeks. The look of the gentle, timid girl who had learned to come to him for comfort and protection. "You must love me." She was pleading now. "I need your love, John. You must keep on loving me, with all your heart." "I love you, Lola, with all my soul." There was terror in her face now, an instinctive terror that she understood as little as he did. "Don't! You frighten me!" She trembled, pale and distressed. "I--I don't know why, but I am afraid." "Lola, what is it?" She did not answer, but stood there, a queer, thoughtful, puzzled expression on her face; and before he could ask her any more questions they heard Mrs. Mooney and Nellie as they passed down the hall, and a moment after Dr. Crossett and Dr. Barnhelm entered, smiling happily. "She is going to be all right, that little Nellie," announced Dr. Crossett gleefully as a boy might have done. "Ah! Sometimes it is a very fine thing to be alive!"