'Jerrie,' he said again, 'do you love me?'
Quickly her eyes filled with tears, and she replied:
'Love you, Harold! Yes, more than you ever dreamed of; more than you love me.'
Instantly Harold had his arms around her, for she had risen to a sitting posture, and pillowing her head upon his breast, he said:
'No, darling, that is impossible, for I love you better than my life,' and his lips pressed hers passionately. He felt that this was their betrothal, for he did not take into consideration the state of her mind; but she undeceived him quickly, for although she kissed him back, she said, with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice:
'Aren't you afraid they will see you?'
'Who are they?' he asked, and she replied
'The people, and the Harvard boys and Maude.'
He did not know at all what she meant, but at the mention of Maude he groaned involuntarily, as the white face came up before him again and the eyes looked into his, fuller far of love and tenderness than those confronting him so steadily, with no consciousness of his real meaning in them.
'Those diamonds have caused me a great deal of trouble,' he began again, 'and will cause me more unless you tell me where you found them. Try and think. Was it in the Tramp House?'