" lou love me ? " " Yes, Tom, dear, with all my heart and Bosl, and I urn here to tell you so," I re plied, " hero with pupa's knowledge and consent." " But you were to have married Jack ? " " That is ali done with, listen. When you went away as you did, I was almost broken hearted, but I called my pride to my aid, and when my lather urged the advantage of t lie match with Mr Ingiedew, I con sented. ' You don't love anybody else/ said papa—Ah, but he did not know— ' and you don't dislike Jack Ingiedew, then why cannot you humour your old father's whim. He has honoured a great many of yours, pet.' ' Will it make you happy, papa, really h*ppy, to see me Mr lngledew's wife ?' I asked. ' v «ry happy, Connie.' • Then I will do as you wish,' i answered. It seemed to me, that as you did not love, me, Tom— but I know better now—it did not matter much what became of me, and so it was all arranged, us you know." " But you haven't yet told me why you are here," said Tom. " Papa had a short letter from Jack—Mr Ingiedew I mean—this mcrning to say that he would be with us as quickly as boat, and train could bring him. Inside was a note to me saying that I was to see you—that he knew of our love for each other, and that as he would not stand in the way of our happi ness, the engagement between him and I must be broken off, he asked me to forgive lum, and to think us kindly of him as possible. I showed this letter to p-ipa, and he was in a very great rage at tiral at tin slight, the insult, as he called it, which had men put upon me, but I was too happy to think of anything of the kind. 