"You think too much of what I believe. That has nothing to do with the matter."
"No, I suppose not," said Mr. Frank, apparently wishing very much to agree with me.
"You had better find out as soon as possible from Eunice herself," I added.
"I have n't expected to know—for some time."
"Do you mean for a year or two? She will be ready to tell you before that."
"Oh no—not a year or two; but a few weeks."
"You know you come to the house every day. You ought to explain to her."
"Perhaps I had better not come so often."
"Perhaps not!"
"I like it very much," he said, smiling.
I looked at him a moment; I don't know what he has got in his eyes. "Don't change! You are such a good young man that I don't know what we should do without you." And I left him to wait alone for Eunice.
From my window, above, I saw them leave the door; they make a fair, bright young couple as they sit together. They had not been gone a quarter of an hour when Mr. Caliph's name was brought up to me. He had asked for me—me alone; he begged that I would do him the favor to see him for ten minutes. I don't know why this announcement should have made me nervous; but it did. My heart beat at the prospect of entering into direct relations with Mr. Caliph. He is very clever, much
