“May—may I call upon you to-morrow?”
“Yes.”
He relinquished her hand, which he had been clinging to all this time, and went his way.
“When one is happy—very happy,” he repeated again and again. “So she was happy—very happy!—until I opened that ill-fated book. What can the associations be that darkened her mood so abruptly? But to-morrow!”
CHAPTER VI.—“THE WOMAN WHO HESITATES.”
RIPLEY, attorney, New York:
“Draft accepted. Begin immediately.
“Ulrich.”