MISS FITZGERALD BURNS HER BOATS
"My dear," said the Secretary, as he shook hands with Madame Darcy over the little wicket gate entwined with roses, which gave admittance to her rustic abode, "I want to thank you for those letters."
"To thank me?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"Why not? Why, I was almost ashamed to meet you face to face."
"But why should you be?"
"That I should have spoken of them at all, and to you."
"But surely you cannot blame yourself for that. You thought they related to quite a different person."
"Now who would have supposed a man would have given me credit. But why do I stand talking at the gate—come in, you've not perhaps had your breakfast yet this morning?"
"Yes, thanks, and a hearty one. Do you think I come to eat you out of house and home?"