"And you will come again to-morrow, Harry, and answer me my question?"
"Not to-morrow."
"Florence will be here on Monday."
"And why should he not come when Florence is here?" asked Theodore, in an angry tone.
"Of course he will come, but I want to see him again first. Do I not, Harry?"
"I hate mysteries," said Burton.
"There shall be no mystery," said his wife. "Why did you send him to me, but that there are some things difficult to discuss among three? Will you come to-morrow, Harry?"
"Not to-morrow; but I will write to-morrow,—early to-morrow. I will go now, and of course you will tell Burton everything that I have said. Good night." They both took his hand, and Cecilia pressed it as she looked with beseeching eyes into his face. What would she not have done to secure the happiness of the sister whom she loved? On this occasion she had descended low that she might do much.