“Don’t go out to-night, Bertha. I must see you again.” Before Bertha could reply, Miss Ley called from the hall. “Good-bye,” said Gerald, aloud. “Good-bye, I hope you’ll have a nice journey.” “Here’s a little present for you, Gerald,” said Miss Ley, when he was outside. “You’re dreadfully extravagant, and as that’s the only virtue you have, I feel I ought to encourage it. And if you want money at any time, I can always scrape together a few guineas, you know.” She put into his hand two fifty-pound notes and then, as if she were ashamed of herself, bundled him out of doors. She went to her room; and having rather seriously inconvenienced herself for the next six months, for an entirely unworthy object, she began to feel remarkably pleased. In an hour Miss Ley returned to the drawing-room to wait for Bertha, who presently came in, dressed--but ghastly pale. “Oh, Aunt Polly, I simply can’t come to-night. I’ve got a racking headache; I can scarcely see. You must tell them that I’m sorry, but I’m too ill.” She sank on a chair and put her hand to her forehead, groaning with pain. Miss Ley lifted her eyebrows; the affair was evidently more serious that she thought. However, the danger now was over; it would ease Bertha to stay at home and cry it out. She thought it brave of her even to have dressed. “You’ll get no dinner,” she said. “There’s nothing in the place.” “Oh, I want nothing to eat.” Miss Ley expressed her concern, and promising to make the excuses, went away. Bertha started up when she heard the door close and went to the window. She looked round for Gerald, fearing he might be already there; he was incautious and eager: but if Miss Ley saw him, it would be fatal. The hansom drove away and Bertha breathed more freely. She could not help it; she too felt that she must see him. If they had to part, it could not be under Miss Ley’s cold eyes. She waited at the window, but he did not come. Why did he delay? He was wasting their few precious minutes; it was already past eight. She walked up and down the room and looked again, but still he was not in sight. She fancied that while she watched he would not come, and forced herself to read. But how could she! Again she looked out of window; and this time Gerald was there. He stood in the porch of the opposite house, looking up; and immediately he saw her, crossed the street. She went to the door and opened it gently, as he came upstairs. He slipped in as if he were a thief, and on tiptoe they entered the drawing-room. “Oh, it’s so good of you,” he said. “I couldn’t leave you like that. I knew you’d stay.” “Why have you been so long? I thought you were never coming.” “I dared not risk it before. I was afraid something might happen to stop Aunt Polly.” “I said I had a headache. I dressed so that she might suspect nothing.” The night was falling and they sat together in the dimness. Gerald took her hands and kissed them.