said this sagacious officer, "don't you let her know she is
discovered. Remember this: when she wants you to know she is here,
she'll be sure to let you know. At present she is here on the sly: so if
you thwart her, she'll be off again, as sure as fate."

Little was forced to see the truth of this, and promised to restrain
himself, hard as the task was. He took the house; and used to let
himself into it with a latch-key at about ten o clock every night.

There he used to stay and watch till past noon; and nearly every day he
was rewarded by seeing the Protestant nun walk in her garden.

He was restless and miserable till she came out; when she appeared his
heart bounded and thrilled; and when once he had feasted his eyes upon
her, he would go about the vulgar affairs of life pretty contentedly.

By advice of Ransome, he used to sit in his other house from seven till
nine, and read at the window, to afford his beloved a joy similar to
that he stole himself.

And such is the power of true love that these furtive glances soothed
two lives. Little's spirits revived, and some color came back to Grace's
cheek.

One night there was a house broken into in the row.

Instantly Little took the alarm on Grace's account, and bought powder
and bullets, and a double-barreled rifle, and a revolver; and now at the
slightest sound he would be out of bed in a moment ready to defend her,
if necessary.

Thus they both kept their hearts above water, and Grace visited the
sick, and employed her days in charity; and then, for a reward, crept,
with soft foot, to Henry's window, and devoured him with her eyes, and
fed on that look for hours afterward.

When this had gone on for nearly a month, Lally, who had orders to keep
his eye on Mr. Little, happened to come and see Grace looking in at him.

He watched her at a distance, but had not the intelligence to follow her
home. He had no idea it was Grace Carden.

However, in his next letter to his master, who was then in London, he
told him Little always read at night by the window, and, one night, a
kind of nun had come and taken a very long look at him, and gone away
crying. "I suspect," said Lally, "she has played the fool with him some
time or other, before she was a nun."

He was not a little surprised when his master telegraphed in reply that
he would be down by the first train; but the fact is, that Coventry
had already called on Mr. Carden, and been told that his wife was in a