Simon Quarle took it into his head to climb the stairs presently, and after knocking softly in vain, to look in and see them. They came forward a little guiltily, hand in hand, to bear his scrutiny; he shook his head over them whimsically enough.
"Well," he growled to Gilbert—"does she believe you now?"
"I think so," said Gilbert softly.
"Little fool!" said Simon Quarle, touching the girl's cheek with rough tenderness. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room; and his eyes were shining.
THE END.
Grips and Holds the Reader
A LOST LEADER