"Are you one of Mr. Ford's watchers? "he continued, coming up the steps; "how is he?"
Still she was silent. Bruce put out his hands to take hers, and bent forward as if to kiss her. She half shook him off, and retreated toward the door.
"Good heavens!" cried Bruce; "what 's the matter? Are you moonstruck? Can't you speak?"
"No,—no,—not to - night," said Lizzie, in a choking voice. "Go away,—go away!"
She stood holding the door-handle, and motioning him off. He hesitated a moment, and then advanced. She opened the door rapidly, and went in. He heard her lock it. He stood looking at it stupidly for some time, and then slowly turned round and walked down the steps.
The next morning Lizzie arose with the early dawn, and came down stairs. She went into the room where Jack lay, and gently o
