"There she stood and smiled at me," he said to himself whenever he looked at it. As their eyes met, he smiled and waved his hand. With his eyes and head he asked, as when he had first seen her there, "May I come up?" and he waved his handkerchief. The two women looked at him. As Amy did so, she felt as if there had been a long and gloomy war; and now, in his eager eyes and waving hand, she saw the illumination and waving flags of victory and peace. She smiled as she looked, and nodded No to him with her head. But Aunt Martha nodded Yes so vehemently that Lawrence Newt immediately disappeared from his window. Alarmed at his coming, doubtful of Aunt Martha's intention, Amy Waring suddenly cried, "Oh! Aunt Martha!" and was gone in a moment. Lawrence Newt dashed round, and knocked at the door. "Come in!" He rushed into the room. Some sweet suspicion had winged his feet and lightened his heart; but he was not quick enough. He looked eagerly about him. "She is gone!" said Aunt Martha. His eager eyes drooped, as if light had gone out of his life also. "Mr. Newt," said Aunt Martha, "sit down. You have been of the greatest service to me. How can I repay you?" Lawrence Newt, who had felt during the moment in which he saw Amy at the window, and the other in which he had been hastening to her, that the cloud was about rolling from his life, was confounded by finding that it was an account between Aunt Martha, instead of Amy, and himself that was to be settled. He bowed in some confusion, but recovering in a moment, he said, courteously, "I am aware of nothing that you owe me in any way." "Lawrence Newt," returned the other, solemnly, "you have known my story; you knew the man to whom I supposed myself married; you have known of my child; you have known how long I have been dead to the world and to all my family and friends, and when, by chance, you discovered me, you became as my brother. How many an hour we have sat talking in this room, and how constantly your sympathy has been my support and your wisdom my guide!" Lawrence Newt, whose face had grown very grave, waved his hand deprecatingly. "I know, I know," she continued. "Let that remain unsaid. It can not be unforgotten. But I know your secrets too." They looked at each other. "You love Amy Waring." His face became inscrutable, and his eyes were fixed quietly upon hers. She betrayed no embarrassment, but continued, "Amy Waring loves you." A sudden light shot into that inscrutable face. The clear eyes were veiled for an instant by an exquisite emotion. "What separates you?"