'"
"And you came and found me," said Mae, after a pause, wiping the tears
from her eyes. "Yes, thank God," said Norman. He was sober enough now.
"Why did you do it?" asked Mae, "when I had been so naughty, and silly,
and unkind?" He came very near telling her the reason as she looked up
at him, but he did not, for she dashed on, "O! Mr. Mann, I have been--"
"Don't confess to me, Miss Mae. Leave all of this till you get home to
your own, who have a right to your confessions and penitence. Never
mind what you have been, here you are, and as I have only one more
handkerchief and your own looks as if it had been sea-bathing, you had
better dry your eyes and be jolly for the next two hours." This was
a precarious speech, but Mae only laughed at it, and dried her eyes
quickly. "But I have one thing to say to you," she said, "and please
mayn't I?"
"You may say anything you please to me, of course," replied this very
magnanimous Norman.
"It is not about the miserable past or my doings, but it's about the
future.
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