"Lions are more troublesome. I shall have time to think anyhow."
"Will you write sometimes?" said Toney slowly.
"I'm afraid I shan't have time—and there might be——"
"Oh, I see, jealousies at Waycott Hall. Of course. Maud says you don't like writing letters, but of course you'll write to her."
"She'll write to me! and I shall hear all the news. Good-bye, Toney."
"Oh, we shall meet again." Toney's heart went thump, thump!
"Perhaps, but I have so little time that perhaps—we shan't."
They shook hands quite solemnly, and parted without another word.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A TERRIBLE SECRET.