"Yes, Reg dear. I cannot marry you now. I thought I loved you, but I find now I love another."
"Is he the other?" asked Reg, sternly.
"Yes, I love Wyck."
"Wyck! is that Mr. Wyckliffe?"
"Yes. He told me to call him Wyck;" and here she began feverishly to pull off her engagement ring.
"Oh, don't take that off," cried Reg, in a pained voice.
"I must, Reg, I must. He told me to;" and she handed back the ring she had worn and caressed so long.
"Then all is over between us," said Reg, quietly.
"Yes, Reg. I am sorry, but it must be," and she slowly rose and went to her room, not noticing any of the others.
"Reg, my dear boy, bear up; be a man. God knows, it is a severe blow for us. So changed; so different! Had anyone told me that such a catastrophe could happen in such a short time, I would have given him the lie direct."