"Are you sure it was yourself you came to?" asked Thinkright, for he saw the trouble in the eyes he loved. "Sometimes our dreams are nearer the truth than our mistaken waking notions."
"Oh, I wish this were a dream!" returned the girl devoutly; "for I've offended Edna."
"How?"
"If I only knew! I've gone through every incident of my stay, and I can't find a clue. I've been so careful about Mr. Dunham."
"About Mr. Dunham?"
"Yes; never to try even to attract his attention or behave as if I expected him to notice me."
"I don't understand at all," said Thinkright. "Do you mean that he and Edna care for each other?"
"Why, of course."
"But they haven't met often of late."
"I know; but of course she never could forget him, and they're so much alike in all their ways and tastes"—