“I don’t think so. I must go over my papers and things so as to be ready at any moment to leave the house.”

“And then?”

“Then — ”

He took her in his arms and looked long and deeply into her eyes.

“Yes,” she replied — ”at least, perhaps.”

Then he turned to go, resolute and happy. How strangely he had matured since the summer! Her heart swelled with the consciousness that it was her love that had effected this transformation.

“As I cannot expect you to-morrow, I shall probably go to the opera, but I shall be at home before midnight. Will you call me up then? A word from you will put me at ease for the night, even if it comes over the telephone.”