u know, and look up the parson."

"Very good; at eleven."

"Good night, Nora."

"Good night, Frank."

Nora's first impulse on being shown to a room was to go at once to bed.
Mind and body both cried out for rest. But she remembered that she had
eaten nothing since noon. She would need all her strength for the
morrow. She supposed they would start at once for Taylor's farm after
they were married.

Good God, since the world began had any woman ever trapped herself so
completely as she had done! But she must not think of that.

She had not the most remote idea where the farm was. All she remembered
to have heard was that it was west of Winnipeg, miles farther than her
brother's. One couldn't drive to it, it was necessary to take the train.
But whether it was a day's journey or a week's journey, she had never
been interested enough to ask. After all, what could it possibly matter
where it was; the farther away from everybody and everything she had
ever known, the better.

The sound of a gong in the hall below recalled her thoughts to the
matter of supper. She went down to a bare little dining-room, only
partly filled, and accepted silently the various dishes set before her
all at one time. She had never seen a dinner--or supper, they probably
called it--served in such a haphazard fashion.

Even at Gertie's--she smiled wanly at the thought that since the
morning she no longer thought of it as her brother's, but as
Gertie's--while such a thing as a dinner served in courses had probably
never been heard of by anyone but Reggie, her brother and herself, the
few simple, well-cooked dishes bore some relation to each other, and the
supply was always ample. Gertie was justly proud of her reputation as a
good provider.

But here there was a sort of mockery of abundance. Dabs of vegetables,
sauces, preserves, meats, both hot and cold, in cheap little china
dishes fairly elbowed each other for room. It would have dulled a keener
appetite than poor Nora's.

Having managed to swallow a cup of weak tea and a piece of heavy bread,
she went once more to her room and sat down by the window which looked
out on what she took to be one of the principal streets of the town.
Tired as she still was, she felt not the slightest inclination for
sleep. The thought of lying there, wakeful, in the dark, filled her with
terror. For the first time in her life, Nora was frightened. She pressed
her face against the window to watch the infrequ