n here of an evening?" asked the young man.
"At sunset it's real pleasant."

"Sometimes," answered Blue. Her soft voice only just reached him.

CHAPTER XV.

So the days wore on till August. One morning Cyril Harkness lay in wait
for Eliza. It was early; none of the boarders at the hotel were down
yet. Eliza, who was always about in very good time, found him in the
corridor on the first floor. He did not often attempt to speak to her
now.

"Say," said he, gloomily, "come into my office. I've something to tell."

The gloom of his appearance, so unusual to him, gave her a presage of
misfortune. She followed him into the room of dental appliances.

He told her to sit down, and she did so. She sat on a stiff sofa against
the wall. He stood with one elbow on the back of the adjustable chair.
Behind him hung a green rep curtain, which screened a table at which he
did mechanical work. They were a handsome pair. The summer morning
filled the room with light, and revealed no flaw in their young
comeliness.

"Look here! It's January, February, March"--he went on enumerating the
months till he came to August--"that I've been hanging on here for no
other earthly reason than to inspire in you the admiration for me that
rises in me for you quite spontaneous."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Isn't that enough--eight months out of a young man's life?"

"It's not enough to make me waste my time at this hour in the morning."

"Well, it's _not_ all, but it's what I'm going to say first; so you'll
have to listen to it for my good before you listen to the other for your
own. I've done all I could, Miss White, to win your affection."

He paused, looking at her, but she did not even look at him. She did
appear frightened, and, perceiving this, he took a tone more gentle and
pliant.

"I can't think why you won't keep company with me. I'm a real lovable
young man, if you'd only look at the thing fairly."

He had plenty of humour in him, but he did not seem to perceive the
humour of acting as showman to himself. He was evidently sincere.

"Why, now, one of my most lovable qualities is just that when I do
attach myself I find it awful hard to pull loose again. Now, that's just
what you don't like in me; but if you come to think of it, it's a real
nice characteristic. And then, again, I'm not cranky; I'm real amiable;
and you can't find a much nicer looking fellow than me. You'll be sorry,
you may believe, if you don't c