He gazed at her fresh and ardent face a moment and then laid his hand over hers, muttering something underneath his breath which Bojo did not catch, although he divined its reverence. "Then you will do as I wish?" she cried joyfully, guessing his surrender. He nodded, gave a helpless glance to Bojo and cleared his throat huskily. "As you wish, my dear," he said very gently. "And you will sell everything at once?" she cried. "I can't promise that," he said quietly. "Such a block of securities can't be thrown on the market all at once. But I will do my best." "But how long will it take?" she said in dismay. "Four days, possibly five." "But that will be too late. I must have it all the day after to-morrow." "That will mean a serious sacrifice," he said. "What do I care? I must have it by to-morrow night." "You are determined?" "Absolutely." "It will have to be so then." "And when that is done," she cried joyfully, clapping her hands in delight, "you will help me to send it to him so he will never suspect it?" He nodded, yielding every point, perhaps more moved than he cared to show. They left the office after Patsie had signed the formal order. At the house they found a telegram from Doris. Dear Patsie, your telegram has thrown us into the greatest anxiety. Jim and I are leaving at once. Will be in New York day after to-morrow. Courage. We will do everything to help. DORIS. This news and their success of the morning restored their spirits immeasurably. It seemed as though clouds had suddenly cleared away and left everything with a promise of sunshine and fair weather. They lunched almost gaily. Mrs. Drake still kept her room and Patsie was impatient for the day to pass and the next one to have the certainty that the sale was achieved. Confident from her first success she declared once Doris was back she would go with her sister to her mother and shame her if they could not persuade her into a realization of the gravity of the situation. When Bojo left they had even forgotten for the space of half an hour that such bugbears as Wall Street, loans and banks could exist. The realization of the seriousness of human disasters had somehow left them simple and devoid of artifices or coquetry before each other. He found again in her the Patsie of earlier days. He comprehended that she loved him, had always loved him, that the slight misunderstanding that had momentarily arisen between them had come from the long summer renunciation and the passionate jealousy of one sister for the other. He comprehended this all, but did not take advantage of his knowledge. On leaving her he held her a moment, his hands on her shoulders, gazing earnestly into her eyes. From this intensity of his look she turned away a little frightened, not quite reconciled. Already his, but still hesitating before the final avowal. The knowledge of how indispensable he was to her in these moments of trial restrained him in