e, then!" she cried. "If I were a man, I should not let
such a thing wear upon me for a moment."

"Oh, I dare say I shall live through it," he answered, with the national
whimsicality that comes to our aid in most emergencies.

A little pang went through her heart, but she retorted, "I would n't go
to Europe to escape it, nor up the Nile. I would stay and fight it where
I was." "Stay?" He seemed to have caught hopefully at the word.

"I thought you were stronger. If you give up in this way how can you
expect me"--She stopped; she hardly knew what she had intended to say;
she feared that he knew.

But he only said: "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to trouble you with the
sight of me. I had a plan for getting over the cliff without letting you
know, and having Maynard come down to me there."

"And did you really mean," she cried piteously, "to go away without
trying to see me again?"

"Yes," he owned simply. "I thought I might catch a glimpse of you, but I
did n't expect to speak to you."

"Did you hate me so badly as that? What had I done to you?"

"Done?" He gave a sorrowful laugh; and added, with an absent air, "Yes,
it's really like doing something to me! And sometimes it seems as if you
had done it purposely."

"You know I did n't! Now, then," she cried, "you have insulted me, and
you never did that before. You were very good and noble and generous,
and would n't let me blame myself for anything. I wanted always to
remember that of you; for I did n't believe that any man could be so
magnanimous. But it seems that you don't care to have me respect you!"

"Respect?" he repeated, in the same vague way. "No, I should n't care
about that unless it was included in the other. But you know whether I
have accused you of anything, or whether I have insulted you. I won't
excuse myself. I think that ought to be insulting to your common sense."

"Then why should you have wished to avoid seeing me to-day? Was it to
spare yourself?" she demanded, quite incoherently now. "Or did you think
I should not be equal to the meeting?"

"I don't know what to say to you," answered the young man. "I think I
must be crazy." He halted, and looked at her in complete bewilderment.
"I don't understand you at all."

"I wished to see you very much. I wanted your advice, as--as--a friend."
He shook his head. "Yes! you shall be my friend, in this at least. I
can claim it--demand it. You had no right to--to--make me--trust you so
much, and--an