'I would rather not tell.' 'But--Well, never mind.' 'Yes, Swithin, I will tell you. There should be no secrets between us. He urges upon me the necessity of marrying, day after day.' 'For money and position, of course.' 'Yes. But I take no notice. I let him go on.' 'Really, this is sad!' said the young man. 'I must work harder than ever, or you will never be able to own me.' 'O yes, in good time!' she cheeringly replied.

'I shall be very glad to have you always near me. I felt the gloom of
our position keenly when I was obliged to disappear that night, without
assuring you it was only I who stood there. Why were you so frightened
at those old clothes I borrowed?' 'Don't ask,--don't ask!' she said, burying her face on his shoulder.

'I don't want to speak of that. There was something so ghastly and so
uncanny in your putting on such garments that I wish you had been more
thoughtful, and had left them alone.' He assured her that he did not stop to consider whose they were. 'By the way, they must be sent back,' he said.

'No; I never wish to see them again! I cannot help feeling that your
putting them on was ominous.' 'Nothing is ominous in serene philosophy,' he said, kissing her.