How was she to give him the purse? It was burning a hole in her pocket till she could do so; and yet how was she to get it out of her possession into his, and make her little speech, here in the public garden? She could have done it easily enough at home in the drawing-room at Surbiton Cottage. 'And how do you like the gardens?' asked Charley. 'Oh! they are beautiful; but I have hardly been able to see anything yet. I have been going about with a great big Frenchman--there, that man there--he has such a queer name.' 'Did his name prevent your seeing?' 'No, not his name; I didn't know his name then. But it seemed so odd to be walking about with such a man as that. But I want to go back, and look at the black and yellow roses in that house, there. Would you go with me? that is, if we may. I wonder whether we may!' Charley was clearly of opinion that they might, and should, and would; and so away they sallied back to the roses, and Katie began to enjoy the first instalment of the happiness which she had anticipated. In the temple of the roses the crowd at first was great, and she could not get the purse out of her pocket, nor make her speech; but after a while the people passed on, and there was a lull before others filled their places, and Katie found herself opposite to a beautiful black rose, with no one close to her but Charley. 'I have got something for you,' she said; and as she spoke she felt herself to be almost hot with blushing. 'Something for me!' said Charley; and he also felt himself abashed, he did not know why. 'It's only a very little thing,' said Katie, feeling in her pocket, 'and I am almost ashamed to ask you to take it. But I made it all myself; no one else put a stitch in it,' and so saying, and looking round to see that she was not observed, she handed her gift to Charley. 'Oh! Katie, dearest Katie,' said he, 'I am so much obliged to you--I'll keep it till I die.' 'I didn't know what to make that was better,' said she. 'Nothing on earth could possibly be better,' said he. 'A plate of bread and butter and a purse are a very poor return for saving one's life,' said she, half laughing, half crying. He looked at her with his eyes full of love; and as he looked, he swore within himself that come what might, he would never see Norah Geraghty again, but would devote his life to an endeavour to make himself worthy of the angel that was now with him. Katie the while was looking up anxiously into his face. She was thinking of no other love than that which it became her to feel for the man who had saved her life. She was thinking of no other love; but her young heart was opening itself to a very different feeling. She was sinking deep, deep in waters which were to go near to drown her warm heart; much nearer than those other waters which she fancied had all but closed for ever over her life.