f her at that moment. It would
never have done to say this, so I stammered. And Miss Thorn was a young
woman of tact.
"I should not have put that to so literal a man as you," she declared.
"I fear that you are incapable of crossing swords. And then," she added,
with a slight hesitation that puzzled me, "I did not come up here to ask
you that,--I came to get your opinion."
"My opinion?" I repeated.
"Not your legal opinion," she replied, smiling, "but your opinion as a
citizen, as an individual, if you have one. To be frank, I want your
opinion of me. Do you happen to have such a thing?"
I had. But I was in no condition to give it.
"Do you think me a very wicked girl?" she asked, coloring. "You once
thought me inconsistent, I believe, but I am not that. Have I done wrong
in leading the Celebrity to the point where you saw him this morning?"
"Heaven forbid!" I cried fervently; "but you might have spared me a
great deal had you let me into the secret."
"Spared you a great deal," said Miss Thorn. "I--I don't quite
understand."
"Well--" I began, and there I stayed. All the words in the dictionary
seemed to slip out of my grasp, and I foundered. I realized I had said
something which even in my wildest moments I had not dared to think of.
My secret was out before I knew I possessed it. Bad enough had I told it
to Farrar in an unguarded second. But to her! I was blindly seeking
some way of escape when she said softly:
"Did you really care?"
I am man enough, I hope, when there is need to be. And it matters not
what I felt then, but the words came back to me.
"Marian," I said, "I cared more than you will ever learn."
But it seems that she had known all the time, almost since that night I
had met her at the train. And how? I shall not pretend to answer, that
being quite beyond me. I am very sure of one thing, however, which is
that I never told a soul, man or woman, or even hinted at it. How was it
possible when I didn't know myself?
The light in the west was gone as we were pulled into Far Harbor, and the
lamps of the little town twinkled brighter than I had ever seen them
before. I think they must have been reflected in our faces, since Miss
Trevor, when she came forward to look for us, saw something there and
openly congratulated us. And this most embarrassing young woman demanded
presently:
"How did it happen, Marian? Did you propose to him?"
I was about to protest indignantly, but Marian laid
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