was musing, `I think,' he said at last, without turning his head, `that I must get the committee to change the school-stationer. All the copybooks are sent wrong this time.'

There was no reply. Thinking Sue was dozing he went on:

`And there must be a rearrangement of that ventilator in the class-room. The wind blows down upon my head unmercifully and gives me the ear-ache.'

As the silence seemed more absolute than ordinarily he turned round. The heavy, gloomy oak wainscot, which extended over the walls upstairs and down in the dilapidated `Old-Grove Place,' and the massive chimney-piece reaching to the ceiling, stood in odd contrast to the new and shining brass bedstead, and the new suite of birch furniture that he had bought for her, the two styles seeming to nod to each other across three centuries upon the shaking floor.

`Soo!' he said (this being the way in which he pronounced her name).

She was not in the bed, though she had apparently been there - the clothes on her side being flung back. Thinking she might have forgotten some kitchen detail and gone downstairs for a moment to see to it, he pulled off his coat and idled quietly enough for a few minutes, when, finding she did not come, he went out upon the landing, candle in hand, and said again `Soo!'

`Yes!' came back to him in her voice, from the distant kitchen quarter.

`What are you doing down there at midnight - tiring yourself out for nothing!'

`I am not sleepy; I am reading; and there is a larger fire here.'

He went to bed. Some time in the night he awoke. She was not there, even now. Lighting a candle he hastily stepped out upon the landing, and again called her name.

She answered `Yes!' as before, but the tones were small and confined, and whence they came he could not at first understand. Under the staircase was a large clothes-closet, without a window; they seemed to come from it. The door was shut, but there was no lock or other fastening. Phillotson, alarmed, went towards it, wondering if she had suddenly become deranged.

`What are you doing in there?' he asked.

`Not to disturb you I came here, as it was so late.'

`But there's no bed, is there? And no ventilation! Why, you'll be suffocated if you stay all night!'

`Oh no, I think not. Don't trouble about me.'

`But - ` Phillotson seized the knob and pulled at the door. She had fastened it inside with a piece of string, which broke at his pull. There being no bedstead she had flung down some rugs and made a little nest for herself in the very cramped quarters the closet afforded.

When he looked in upon her she sprang out of her lair, great-eyed and trembling.

`You ought not to have pulled open the door!' she cried excitedly. `It is not becoming in you! Oh, will you go away; please will you!'

She looked so pitiful and pleading in her white nightgown against the shadowy lumber-hole that he was quite worried. She continued to beseech him not to disturb her.