She was very grave, almost awe-stricken, when he concluded, and then she stood for a moment silently thinking.
"Yes," she said, softly, at last, and dropped her face upon the hands that were still clasping hers.
They stood thus for another moment, then Wallace led her to a seat, and sitting down beside her, they conversed in repressed tones for some time longer.
Violet reached home just as her sister returned from making calls.
"Where have you been, Violet?" Mrs. Mencke asked, suspiciously.
"To take my German lessons," the girl responded, with a sigh.
Her heart was heavy and sore, and she longed for love and sympathy instead of sour looks and words.
"Your term is nearly ended, isn't it?" Mrs. Mencke continued, as they entered the house together.
"I have one lesson more," said Violet.
"Come in here; I want to talk with you," her sister rejoined, as she led the way into the drawing-room.