How lady-like she was! With what perfect self-possession and grace she greeted him, notwithstanding her sparkling eyes and the flush which had leaped to her cheek told of inward excitement. She was the same, and yet not the same; she had developed wonderfully since that morning when he had parted from her on the steamer. Her hair was still of the same beautiful golden hue as the lock which she had severed for him, and which he still treasured; her eyes were the same heavenly blue, her smile as bright and sweet, but there was an added, indescribable charm about her that made her tenfold more lovely in his sight. “Thank you,” he said, in reply to her hearty greeting; “and now, if you have only half an hour before another train goes, let us make the most of it, and find a seat in the waiting-room where we can compare notes on the last ten months.” He led the way to the ladies’ room, found a comfortable chair in a corner for her where they could talk undisturbed, and the half hour slipped by before they had any idea that it was time for Star to go. “There is my train,” she said, suddenly starting up as the first bell rang; “I must not miss this one, or Mr. Rosevelt will surely think something dreadful has happened to me.” “Mr. Rosevelt!” repeated young Sherbrooke, in surprise. “Yes; is it not singular? We met as strangers on board the steamer, and, after all, we were coming to be inmates of the same house and did not know it.” “Yes, it is strange. He was a fine-appearing old gentleman. I trust that he has recovered from the effects of his exposure at sea.” “Not entirely, and I fear he never will,” Star answered, with a sigh. “His health is not very good, and his eyes trouble him exceedingly at times. They were injured by the reflection of the glaring sun in the water while we were in that open boat. We are excellent friends, and he watches anxiously for my return every day.” “Do you come to New York every day?” her companion questioned. “Yes; I am attending a seminary in Brooklyn, and for the present go back and forth every day. But see,” she added, pointing to the clock; “there is only one minute more, and I must find a seat.” He assisted her to enter and conducted her to a seat; then, extending his hand, he said, smiling: “If you come to the city every day, I shall hope to see you again.” The ever ready color leaped to her cheeks again, more at the look he gave her than at his words. She was upon the point of giving him her address and asking him to come out to Yonkers to see her and Mr. Rosevelt, but the train started, and she was obliged to leave her invitation unspoken. He had only time to lift his hat, dart away and leap upon the platform, before the train was under way.