it until you
promised. Well, I had prepared the bitter cup myself--I thought I ought
to drink it to the dregs."

She turned quietly, passionately, and, standing up, faced him with a
little cry. "Why are you telling me this NOW?"

He rose too, and catching her hands in his, said, with a white face,
"Because I love you."

*****

Half an hour later, when the under-housekeeper was summoned to receive
Miss Trotter's orders, she found that lady quietly writing at the table.
Among the orders she received was the notification that Mr. Calton's
rooms would be vacated the next day. When the servant, who, like most of
her class, was devoted to the good-natured, good-looking, liberal Chris,
asked with some concern if the young gentleman was no better, Miss
Trotter, with equal placidity, answered that it was his intention to put
himself under the care of a specialist in San Francisco, and that
she, Miss Trotter, fully approved of his course. She finished her
letter,--the servant noticed that it was addressed to Mr. Bilson at
Paris,--and, handing it to her, bade that it should be given to a groom,
with orders to ride over to the Summit post-office at once to catch the
last post. As the housekeeper turned to go, she again referred to the
departing guest. "It seems such a pity, ma'am, that Mr. Calton couldn't
stay, as he always said you did him so much good." Miss Trotter smiled
affably. But when the door closed she gave a hysterical little laugh,
and then, dropping her handsome gray-streaked head in her slim hands,
cried like a girl--or, indeed, as she had never cried when a girl.

When the news of Mr. Calton's departure became known the next day, some
lady guests regretted the loss of this most eligible young bachelor.
Miss Trotter agreed with them, with the consoling suggestion that he
might return for a day or two. He did return for a day; it was thought
that the change to San Francisco had greatly benefited him, though some
believed he would be an invalid all his life.

Meantime Miss Trotter attended regularly to her duties, with the
difference, perhaps, that she became daily more socially popular and
perhaps less severe in her reception of the attentions of the masculine
guests. It was finally whispered that the great Judge Boompointer was a
serious rival of Judge Fletcher for her hand. When, three months later,
some excitement was caused by the intelligence that Mr. Bilson was
returning to take charge of his hotel, owing