"Say good-night, Evan."
"I will when I am more accustomed to you."
"But try it just for an experiment."
"Well—good-night, Evan."
His name was so sweet on her tongue it required all his self-control to remember his oath. He turned away with a groan.
"Good-night, Corinna."
CHAPTER VIII
EVAN IS RE-ENGAGED
He dreamed of her all night—but not as a sister it is to be feared. In his dream she was running through the springtime woods with the glorious hair flying, and he was running after her, an endless race without his ever drawing nearer, while the sun shone and the little young leaves twinkled as if in laughter.