"Then I say it," he answered steadily, "I love you, my darling!" "Oh, not here, Barry--in the street!" was Mrs. Burgoyne's next remark. But there was no moon, and no witnesses but the blank walls and shuttered windows of neighboring storehouses. And the silent year had not, after all, fairly begun. End of Project Gutenberg's The Rich Mrs. Burgoyne, by Kathleen Norris