s you love me! Give me a moment more."

"Oh, Harry, there'll be no end to that!"

"I don't know why there should be."

"We should miss the train at Fillingford!"

"Ah, if it means that!"

"Or I shall come sleepy and ugly to it; and you'd leave me on the
platform and go away!"

"Shout for Mina--now--without another word!"

"Oh, just one more," she pleaded, laughing.

"I can't promise to be moderate."

"Come, we'll go and find her. Give me your hand." She caught his hand in
hers, and snatched the candle from the table. She held it high above her
head, looking round the room and back to his eyes again. "My home now,
because my love is here," she said. "Mine and yours, and yours and
mine--and both the same thing, Harry, now."

He listened smiling. Yes, it would be the same thing now.

There they stood together for a moment, and together they sighed as they
turned away. To them the room was sacred now, as it had always been
beautiful; in it their love seemed to lie enshrined.

They went downstairs together full of merriment, the surface expression
of their joy. "Look grave," he whispered, setting his face in a comical
exaggeration of seriousness. Cecily tried to obey and tumbled into a
gurgle of delight.

"I will directly," she gasped as they came to the hall. Mason stood
there waiting.

"I've put the sandwiches here, and the old brown, my Lord."

Harry alone noticed the slip in his address--and Harry took no notice of
it.

"I shall be glad to meet the old brown again," he said, smiling. Mason
gave the pair a benevolent glance and withdrew to his quarters.

Mina strolled out of the library with an accidental air. Harry had sat
down to his sandwiches and old brown. Cecily ran across to Mina and
kissed her.

"We're going to be married!" she whispered. She had told it all in a
sentence; yet she added; "Oh, I've such a heap of things to tell you,
Mina!" Was not all that scene in the Long Gallery to be
reproduced--doubtless only in a faint adumbration of its real glory, yet
with a sense of recovering it and living it again?

"No?" cried Mina. "Oh, how splendid! Soon?"

Harry threw a quick glance at Cecily. She responded by assuming a demure
calmness of demeanor.

"Not as soon as we could wish," said Harry, munching and sipping. "In
fact, not before the day after to-morrow, I'm afraid, Madame Zabriska."

"The day after----?"

"What I have always hated is Government interference. Why can't I be
marrie