swollen eyelids told their own tale.

'Good heavens!' he exclaimed, forgetting his errand and speaking in
excessive agitation, 'you are unhappy--something is the matter!' and
Cyril turned quite pale.

Poor Audrey! her feelings were not very enviable at that moment. That
she should be discovered by the very person whom she was most anxious to
avoid! If he would only go away and leave her, and not stand there
asking her questions! But nothing was farther from Cyril's intentions.
For the minute he had forgotten everything, except that she was unhappy.

'You are not well, or else something has been troubling you,' he
continued, and his voice softened with involuntary tenderness. 'Miss
Ross, you promised that we should be friends--will you not treat me as
one now? There is nothing I would not do to help you, if you would only
tell me what is troubling you.'

'It is impossible,' she returned with a little sob. Oh, if he would only
go away, and not speak to her so kindly! 'One must be troubled
sometimes, and no one can help me--if you will only leave me to myself.'

'Leave you like this?'

'Yes, indeed--indeed. I cannot talk;' and Audrey wiped away the tears
that seemed to blind her. She so seldom gave way--she so seldom
permitted herself this feminine luxury of tears--but when once she set
them flowing they were simply uncontrollable. She could not help what
Cyril thought of her. 'If you would only go away,' she repeated, turning
from him as he stood there as though rooted to the spot.

'I cannot go;' and here Cyril's lips became quite white under his
moustache.

Some sudden intuition of the truth had come to him. Why had he not
thought of that before? It had never even occurred to him. An hour ago
he had met Mollie wandering about the town disconsolately. Miss Ross was
at the Cottage, she had said; it was only a call, and she had taken the
message herself; and then her mother had given her some errands to do,
and had charged her strictly not to return for at least an hour.

'Mamma never likes me to be at home when Miss Ross comes,' Mollie had
observed in an aggrieved tone. But Cyril had taken no notice of the
speech--he knew his mother's little ways, and no suspicion of the truth
had come to him. It was only the sight of Audrey's emotion that
quickened it into life now.

'You have seen my mother,' he exclaimed; and here his face grew dark and
stern. 'She has been talking to you--making you unhappy. Miss Ross,' as