ed one
or two? I think, for instance, you could count on Mrs. Keith."

"Ah! I owe a good deal to her. A little charity, such as she shows,
goes a very long way."

Millicent did not answer, and he watched her as she sat looking out
into the distance with grave brown eyes. Her face was gentle; he
thought there was pity for him in it, and he felt strongly drawn to
her; but he remembered that he was a man with a tainted name and must
travel a lonely road.

Some of the others joined them, and soon afterward they walked down the
winding road to the city. There Harding found some letters he had been
waiting for, and there was now nothing to keep them in Montreal.

Mrs. Keith was gracious to Blake when he went to say good-by the next
morning, but he felt a strong sense of disappointment at finding her
alone. He looked around for Millicent, and then, as he was going out,
he met her in the hall. She wore her hat, and the flush of color in
her face indicated that she had been walking fast.

"I'm glad I didn't miss you," she said. "You are going now, by the
Vancouver express?"

"Yes," answered Blake, stopping beside a pillar; "and I was feeling
rather gloomy until I saw you. Harding's at the station, and it's
depressing to set off on a long journey feeling that nobody minds your
going."

"Mrs. Keith will mind," smiled Millicent. "I'm sure you have her good
wishes."

Blake looked at her keenly.

"I want yours."

"You have them," she said softly. "I haven't forgotten what happened
one evening in London. I wish you a safe journey and every possible
success!"

"Thank you! It will be something to remember that you have wished me
well."

As his eyes rested upon her he forgot that he was a marked man. She
looked very fresh and desirable; there was a hint of regret and pity in
her face and a trace of shyness in her manner.

"I suppose I can't ask you to think of me now and then; it would be too
much," he said, a little bitterly. "But I want you to know that these
few days of your friendship have meant a great deal to me. I wish"--he
hesitated a moment--"that I might have something of yours--some little
memento--to take with me on my trip."

Millicent took a tiny bunch of flowers from the lace at the neck of her
white dress, and handed them to him with a smile.

"Will these do? They won't last very long."

"They will last a long time, well taken care of. When I come back, I
will show them to you."