"That she is engaged with Mr. Bines, Jarvis, and can't see him. Say it that way--'Miss Milbrey is engaged with Mr. Bines, and can't see you.'". [Illustration: "'SAY IT THAT WAY--MISS MILBREY IS ENGAGED WITH MR. BINES AND CAN'T SEE YOU.'"] "Yes, sir!" He remained standing motionless, as he had been, his eyes still fixed above them. But the eyes of Jarvis, from long training, did hot require to be bent upon those things they needed to observe. They saw something now that was at least two feet below their range. The girl made a little move with her right arm, which was imprisoned fast between them, and which some intuition led her captor not to restrain. The firm little hand worked its way slowly up, went creepingly over his shoulder and bent tightly about his neck. "Yes, sir," repeated Jarvis, without the quiver of an eyelid, and went. He closed the door with his free hand, and they stood as they were until they heard the noise of the front door closing and the soft retreating footsteps of the butler. "Oh, you were mean--_mean_--to shame me so," and floods of tears came again. "I hated to do it, but I _had_ to; it was a critical moment. And you couldn't have made up your mind without it." She sobbed weakly in his arms, but her own arm was still tight about his neck. He felt it for the first time. "But I _had_ made up my mind--I did make it up while we talked." They were back on the couch. He held her close and she no longer resisted, but nestled in his arms with quick little sighs, as if relieved from a great strain. He kissed her forehead and hair as she dried her eyes. "Now, rest a little. Then we shall go." "I've so much to tell you. That day at the jeweller's--well, what could I do but take one poor last little look of you--to keep?" "Tell me if you care for me." "Oh, I do, I do, I do care for you. I _have_--ever since that day we walked in the woods. I do, I _do_!" She threw her head back and gave him her lips. She was crying again and trying to talk.