"Has--hasn't he--gone and married Daisy Odell?" with a stifled sob. CHAPTER XVIII. REUNION. "Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; And go on happy as before; and seem Lovers again, though all the world may scoff. "Let us forget the cold, malicious fate Who made our loving hearts her idle toys, And once more revel in the old sweet joys Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late." Cissy Carroll made big eyes of surprise at Geraldine's charge. "Married Daisy Odell? Harry Hawthorne? Why, certainly not! Whatever put such an idea into your dear little noddle?" she demanded, in wonder. "Mr. Standish told me so before we came back to New York. He said he had an invitation to the wedding. And isn't Daisy married to him, after all? Oh, Cissy, don't try to deceive me, for I saw her--saw her in the box all in white--so bride-like--and Harry Hawthorne leaning over her chair," exclaimed Geraldine, clutching the other's arm with unconscious violence, her beautiful eyes dilated with doubt and entreaty. "My darling Gerry, don't pinch me black and blue, please, and don't get so excited. Yes, Daisy Odell is certainly married." "Oh-h-h!" groaned Geraldine, in anguish. "She is married," pursued Cissy, "and married to one of the dearest fellows in the world, she says--Charlie Butler--but not to Harry Hawthorne. Why, I don't believe he wants to marry any one in the world but you!" "Me--Cissy!" and Geraldine's face, so lugubrious a moment before, grew radiant with joy, while the girl continued: "That wretch, Clifford Standish, has told you falsehoods about Mr. Hawthorne, dear, for he never thought of loving any one but you. Didn't you see him with me in the box to-night? I am the only girl he ever goes with, and that is just for your sake, dear, because I was your friend." "Oh, Cissy!" Such joy as there was in those two words, for new life came to Geraldine in the assurance that Hawthorne was free, and loved her still. She put on her dress with trembling fingers, crying: "Oh, help me, Cissy, I'm so nervous--and--and tired, you know." "Poor child! no wonder. And troubled, too, perhaps, for maybe you--loved that Standish!" "Oh, no, no--never, Cissy!" "Oh, I'm so glad, for that would have broken poor Hawthorne's tender heart, he loves you so much. And you, dear--didn't you care for him a little, too?" Geraldine was all blushing, blissful confusion. "I--I--you know how that was, Cissy. I liked him--just a little--at first, but when he did not come that night, or after"--she broke down, sobbing under her breath. "Oh, Geraldine, he could not--he was hurt you know--and Standish intercepted his letter of explanation. But I mustn't rattle on like this, or I'll leave nothing for Hawthorne to tell you himself." Geraldine looked at her with a glorified face. "Oh, Cissy! Shall I see him soon?" "He's waiting at the cab, dear, so let us hurry."