"No," with an imploring gesture, "this is the hour to dream, and to see more clearly into other natures, to reveal secrets that cannot be left unknown for ever."
He grasps her hands, and kneeling beside her buries his head in the folds of her long black sleeves.
"Oh! love—my love!" he gasps.
CHAPTER X.
FALSER THAN ALL FANCY FATHOMS.
"What are you going to do to-day?" asks Philip, kissing Eleanor before he leaves.
"I must run up to town to have my dress fitted," she replies.
"What, more new frocks?"
"Only a very simple evening rag, dear," speaking nervously. "I am rather anxious about it, because it is the first I have had since my trousseau without Giddy's supervision. She always designs them, and does the talking."