Now was a slight chance to say a word in his own behalf.He leaned over quietly and continued his steady gaze. Hefelt the critical character of the period. She endeavouredto stir, but it was useless. The whole strength of a man'snature was working. He had good cause to urge him on.He looked and looked, and the longer the situation lastedthe more difficult it became. The little shop-girl wasgetting into deep water. She was letting her few supportsfloat away from her.
"Oh," she said at last, "you mustn't look at me likethat."
"I can't help it," he answered.
She relaxed a little and let the situation endure,giving him strength.
"You are not satisfied with life, are you?"
"No," she answered, weakly.
He saw he was the master of the situation--he felt it.He reached over and touched her hand,
"You mustn't," she exclaimed, jumping up.
"I didn't intend to," he answered, easily.
She did not run away, as she might have done. Shedid not terminate the interview, but he drifted off into apleasant field of thought with the readiest grace. Not longafter he rose to go, and she felt that he was in power.
"You mustn't feel bad," he said, kindly; "things willstraighten out in the course of time."
She made no answer, because she could think ofnothing to say.
"We are good friends, aren't we?" he said, extendinghis hand.
"Yes," she answered.
"Not a word, then, until I see you again."
He retained a hold on her hand.
"I can't promise," she said, doubtfully.