none the less began to show a curious
sparkle of excitement in her face. "If I were sure that person's life
_did_ depend on me," she measured out her words deliberately. "But that
so seldom happens, and it is so hard to tell."

"But if you were sure, sure, sure!" Flora rang it out certainly.

Mrs. Herrick in her turn leaned forward. "Ah, even then it would depend
on him. And do you think you can make a man do otherwise than his
nature?"

"You think I should fail?" Flora took it up fearlessly. "Well, if I do,
at least I shall have done my best. I shall have to have done my best or
I can never forgive myself."

"I see," Mrs. Herrick sighed. "But it sounds to me a risk too great for
any reward that could come of its success." She thought. "If you could
tell me more." Then, as Flora only looked at her wistfully and silently:
"Isn't there some one you can confide in? Not Mrs. Britton?"

"Clara? Oh, no; never!" Flora startled Mrs. Herrick with the passionate
repudiation.

"But could not Mr. Cressy--" and with that broken sentence several
things that Mrs. Herrick had been keeping back looked out of her face.

Flora answered with a stare of misery. "I know what you must be
thinking--what you can not help thinking," she said, "that the whole
thing is unheard-of--outrageous--especially for a girl so soon to--to
be--" She caught her breath with a sob, for the words she could not
speak. "But there is nothing in this disloyal to my engagement, even
though I can not speak of it to Harry Cressy; and nothing I hope to gain
for myself by what I am trying to do. If I succeed it will only mean I
shall never see him--the other one--again."

Mrs. Herrick rose, in her turn beseeching. "Oh, I can't help you go into
it! It is too dubious. My dear, I know so much better than you what the
end may mean."

"I know what the end may mean, and I can't keep out of it."

"But I can not go with you." There was a stern note in Mrs. Herrick's
voice.

Flora looked around the room, the sunny windows, the still shadows, the
tall, monotonous clock, as if this were the last glimpse of peace and
protection she would ever have. She rose and put out her hand.

"I'm afraid I didn't quite realize how much I was asking of you. You
have been very good even to listen to me. It's right, I suppose, that I
should go alone."

Mrs. Herrick looked at her in dismay. "But that is impossible!" Then, as
Flora turned away, she kept her hand. "Think, think," she u