break mine oath and grieve her, even had I the will thereto,

window sang divinely, and in a silver frame he saw a likeness of

"I have always loved this room," he thought, "but it seems to me

He sat down in an arm-chair from force of habit, to await his

"Oh, for a walk with Sylvia by twilight!" his thoughts ran on,

"for she need not be at home again till after seven."

Presently he heard the soft rustle of her dress, and rose to meet

her. Though she looked in his direction, she did not seem to see

him, and walked past him to the window. She was the picture of