•• Tell the truth," he answered tersely ; " it's the only thing you can do, and you ought to have done it long ago. Jove ! it's a tight fit, though." Pbil fairly groaned.
" If I thought Gwen had given up caring for me I'd tell her fast enough," he rejoined ; " but 1 don't think she has, and—how can I tell her P No, hang it all, 1 can't ! I shall have to see the thing through now, whatever .comis." £ •. ,.- • -^ Bob was silent for a moment or'two, blink ing solemnly at the. fire. " Tell you what it is," he said at last, " Miss Warrington has plenty of pluck, and she's as straight as they make 'em. You ought to be straight with her, Pbil. It seems to me that the more sho cares for you. the more right she has to know the truth. I may be wrong— I'm a stupid sort of a chap, I know—but that's the way I look at it." Good old Bob ! His honest heart and simple mind had led him straight to a truth that wiser men have often missed.
