m spellbound.
The very air around them seemed suffused with the vital glow of her
youth and beauty; each breath they drew increased their wonder, till the
whole rosy universe seemed thrilling and singing at their feet, and they
two, love-crowned, alone, saw Time and Eternity flowing like a golden
tide under the spell of Paradise.

"Jim!"

The hoarse whisper of Lethbridge shook the vision from him; he turned a
flushed countenance to his friend; but Cybele spoke:

"We are very tired sitting here. We would like to take some tea at
Sherry's," she whispered. "What do you think we had better do? It seems
so--so futile to sit here--when we wish to be alone together----"

"You and Henry, too!" gasped Harrow.

"Yes; do you wonder?" She leaned swiftly in front of him; a fragrant
breeze stirred his hair. "Lissa, I'm desperately infatuated with Mr.
Lethbridge. Do you see any use in our staying here when I'm simply dying
to have him all to myself somewhere?"

"No, it is silly. I wish to go, too. Shall we?"

"You need not go," began Cybele; then stopped, aware of the new magic in
her sister's eyes. "Lissa! Lissa!" she said softly. "_You_, too! Oh, my
dear--my dearest!"

"Dear, is it not heavenly? I--I--was quite sure that if I ever had a
good chance to talk to a man I really liked something would happen. And
it has."

"If Philodice might awaken father perhaps he would let us go now,"
whispered Cybele. "Henry says it does not take more than an hour----"

"To become a bride?"

"Yes; he knows a clergyman very near----"

"Do you?" inquired Lissa. Lethbridge nodded and gave a scared glance at
Harrow, who returned it as though stunned.

"But--but," muttered the latter, "your father doesn't know who we
are----"

"Oh, yes, he does," said Cybele calmly, "for he sent you the tickets and
placed us near you so that if we found that we liked you we might talk
to you----"

"Only he made a mistake in your name," added Lissa to Harrow, "for he
wrote 'Stanley West, Esq.' on the envelope. I know because I mailed it."

"Invited West--put _you_ where you could--good God!"

"What is the matter?" whispered Lissa in consternation; "have--have I
said anything I should not?" And, as he was silent: "What is it? Have I
hurt you--I who----"

There was a silence; she looked him through and through and, after a
while, deep, deep in his soul, she saw, awaking once again, all he had
deemed dead--the truth, the fearless reason, the sweet and