" He is so happy, so absorbed in his races that he won't understand as he ought, he won't understand all the gravity of this fact to us.

" "But you haven't told me what you were thinking of when I came in," he said, interrupting his narrative; "please tell me!" She did not answer, and, bending her head a little, she looked inquiringly at him from under her brows, her eyes shining under their long lashes.

Her hand shook as it played with a leaf she had picked.

He saw it, and his face expressed that utter subjection, that slavish devotion, which had done so much to win her.