"I am free," she said. "My part of the work is over. I refuse to touch the stiff keys of that organ again to-day. My wrists are sore, and my ankles ache. But I've been thinking over that ride, Jarvis. I want to go, of course, but--Jarvis, I hope you are not oversensitive. In fact, I know you are not, and will understand when I say that somehow--don't you know?--somehow, I don't like to leave this particular afternoon, when there is so much to be done here. There are several boys and girls who are anxious to sing and be heard, and some of my young men friends are to speak. We might take our ride some other day." "I understand, Dolly," he said, forcing a smile. He told himself that this last hint ended all. She and Mostyn were reconciled, and she wanted him to understand the situation. They were quite alone. No one was near enough to hear their voices. Suddenly an overpowering impulse possessed him. Why should he beat about the bush? All was lost, but she should at least receive the tribute of his love and despair. There could be no harm in telling her how he felt. His forced smile died on his lips. His eyes met hers. "There was something I was going to tell you," he began, firmly. "All these years I've been holding it back, but I can't any longer. Dolly, you must have known that--" "Stop, Jarvis!" she broke in, laying her hand on his arm. "I know what you are going to say, but don't! Some day I'll explain, but not now--not now!" "Well, you know what I mean." he gulped, "and that is enough. You must have seen--must have understood all along." "Don't--don't be angry with me," she pleaded. "You will understand it all fully some day. I may be an odd sort of girl, but I can't help it--I am simply what I am." "I think I understand now," he said, "and I wish you all happiness in the world." The singing under the arbor had begun, and with a helpless, even startled look in her eyes she moved automatically in that direction. "I don't think you do, fully," she faltered. "I'm sure you don't. Men never quite understand women in such delicate matters." She left him; and, finding himself alone, he crossed the sward and sat down in a group of farmers who were discussing crops and planting. CHAPTER XXII That evening after supper Saunders and Mostyn were on the veranda smoking together. The exchange of remarks was formal, even forced and awkward. Presently Saunders said: "I saw Leach looking for you at the arbor. Did you run across him?" "Yes," Mostyn puffed, and Saunders heard him heave a sigh. "I had quite a talk with him. I can't fully account for it, but I like the man very much. It may be his optimism or wonderful faith. I know that he has a very soothing effect on me. The truth is, I have promised to go to California with him." "Oh!" Saunders leaned against the balustrade, steadily scrutinizing the face of his guest. "He told me something about his proposition, but I thought that perhaps you would not be likely to go--not now, anyway."