and with his unctuous smile, left me. I went forthwith into the gardens.
Arthur had taken possession of a rustic seat. His delicate profile was clearly defined in the moonlight. He was evidently deep in thought—and I suppose he had no idea that his reflections were about to be interrupted. I walked quickly across the damp, dewy grass, and before he knew it, I was seated beside him.
"Arthur."
He started violently, and almost jumped from his seat.
"Elsie!" he exclaimed. "You here, and at this time. Why did you come? You will take a severe cold. You should not have ventured out."
"Would you mind very much if I did take a severe cold?"
"How can you be so foolish, Elsie?" he asked testily. " Of course, I should mind. Have I not charge of your future life? What is putting such strange ideas into your head, dear?"
"Arthur," I said slowly, "I was at my open window just now, and I heard you talking with Captain Dillington. Oh, I did not distinguish
