"As for your wishing to remain undisturbed for a few days, I can see no reason for it now, dear, but of course I shall respect your wishes. "Only send me a line to say that the month of June will mean our marriage. Say it, dear, because there is now no reason to refuse." To which she answered: "Dearest among all men, no family's sentiments change over night. Your people were nice to me and I have thanked them. But, dear, I am not likely to delude myself in regard to their real sentiments concerning me. Too deeply ingrained, too basic, too essentially part of themselves and of their lives are the creeds, codes, and beliefs which, in spite of themselves, must continue to govern their real attitude toward such a girl as I am. "It is dear of you to wish for us what cannot be; it is kind of them to accept your wish with resignation. "But I have told you many times, my darling, that I would not accept a status as your wife at any cost to you or to them--and I can read between the lines, even if I did not know, what it would cost them and you. And so, very gently, and with a heart full of gratitude and love for you, I must decline this public honour. "But, God willing, I shall not decline a lifetime devoted to you when you are not with them. That is all I can hope for; and it is so much more than I ever dreamed of having, that, to have you at all--even for a part of the time--even for a part of my life, is enough. And I say it humbly, reverently, without ignoble envy or discontent for what might have been had you and I been born to the same life amid the same surroundings. "Don't write to me again, dear, until I have determined what is best for us. Before the first day of summer, or on that day, you will know. And so will I. "My life is such a little thing compared to yours--of such slight value and worth that sometimes I think I am considering matters too deeply--that if I simply fling it in the scales the balance will scarcely be altered--the splendid, even tenor of your career will scarcely swerve a shade. "Yet my life is already something to you; and besides it is all I have to give you; and if I am to give it--if it is adding an iota to your happiness for me to give it--then I must truly treat it with respect, and deeply consider the gift, and the giving, and if it shall be better for you to possess it, or better that you never shall. "And whatever I do with myself, my darling, be certain that it is of you I am thinking and not of the girl, who loves you. "V." By degrees she cleared up her accounts and set her small house in order. Rita seemed to divine that something radical was in progress of evolution, but Valerie offered no confidence, and the girl, already deeply worried over John Burleson's condition, had not spirit enough to meddle. "Sam Ogilvy's brother is a wonder on tubercular cases," she said to Valerie, "and I'm doing my best to get John to go and see him at Dartford." "Won't he?"