Don't talk; it is not necessary," he continued rapidly, as he saw her
about to speak. "I am not going to trouble you now; you are too weak for
that. I am here to say good-by, for I must leave to-morrow; but in the
future, when you are well, as something tells me you will be--"
"Oh, Mr. Jerrold, listen," Bessie began, just as the door opened and
Flossie came in.
"Time's up," she said, smilingly, as she glanced at Bessie's flushed
cheek and Grey's white face, and guessed that something exciting had
taken place.
When Jack Trevellian returned from his unsuccessful wooing the previous
summer, he had in strict confidence told Flossie _why_ he failed, so
that she knew of Bessie's engagement to Neil, but did not feel at
liberty to communicate what she knew to Grey, even though she guessed
the nature of his feelings for Bessie. And so he was ignorant that he
had a rival, and did not in the least suspect the truth, as he once
more said farewell and followed Flossie out into the hall.
"Wait a minute, I have something for you," she said to him, and, putting
her hand into her pocket, she drew out a piece of soft white paper in
which was carefully wrapped one of the curls she had cut from Bessie's
head.
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