to the daily existence of the over-civilized circle to which the changed conditions of his life would bring her.

Much, he knew, would pass unseen by her, but soon she would begin to understand, and to wince under their exclamations of “How extraordinary!” The masklike expression would steal over her face, her pride would encase her spirit in the deep reserve he himself had found so hard to penetrate, and he could see her withdrawing more and more from all, until at last — Ah! it must not be. He must manage very carefully, lest Doctor Hoyle’s prophecy indeed be fulfilled.

At last the lifting of the veil to the eastward revealed the bold promontory of Land’s End, and soon, beyond, the fair green slopes of his own beautiful Old England. For all of the captious