‘I shall never forget you, Jerrie,’ he said, ’or cease to hope that you will change your mind, unless—­’ and here he started so suddenly that the wet parasol, down which streams of water were still coursing their way to Jerrie’s back, dropped from his hand and rolled off upon the bed of fine needles at his feet, just where it had been in the morning when Tom was there instead of himself—­’unless there is some one between us, some other man whom you love.  I will not ask you the question, but I believe I could bear it better if I knew it was because your love was already given to another, and not because of anything in me.’

For a moment Jerrie was silent; then suddenly facing Dick, she laid her hand on his and said: 

’I can trust you, I am sure of that; there is some one between us—­some one whom I love.  If I had never seen him, Dick, never known that he lived—­and if I had known you just as I do, I might not have answered just as I have.  I am very sorry.’

Dick did not ask her who his rival was, nor did Harold come to his mind, so sure was he that an engagement existed between him and Maude.  Probably it was some one whom she had met while away at school; and if so, Nina would know, and he would sound her cautiously, but never let her know, if he could help it, the heart-wound he had received.

Poor Dick! every nerve was quivering with pain and disappointment when at last, as the rain began to cease, he rose at Jerrie’s suggestion, and offering her his arm, walked silently and sadly with her to the door of the cottage.  Here for a moment they stood side by side and hand in hand, until Jerrie said: 

’Dick, your friendship has been very dear to me.  I do not want to lose it.’

‘Nor shall you,’ he answered; and winding his arms around her, he kissed her lips, saying as he did so: 

’That is the seal of our eternal friendship.  The man you love would not grudge me that one kiss, but perhaps you’d better tell him.  Good-bye, and God bless you.  When I see you again I shall try to be the same Dick you have always known.’

For a few moments Jerrie stood listening to the sound of his footsteps as he went splashing through the wet grass and puddles of water; then, kissing her hands to him, she whispered: 

’Poor Dick! it would not be difficult to love you if I had never known Harold.’

Opening the door softly, she found, as she had expected, that both her grandmother and Harold had retired; and taking the lamp from the table where it had been left for her, she stole quietly up to her room and crept shivering into bed, more wretched than she had ever been before in her life.

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

AT LE BATEAU.

Harold got his own breakfast the next morning, and was off for his work just as the sun looked into the windows of the room where Jerrie lay in a deep slumber.  She had been awake a long time the previous night, thinking over the incidents of a day which had been the most eventful one of her life, but had fallen asleep at last, and dreamed that she had found the low room far away in Wiesbaden, with the wall adorned with the picture of a young girl knitting in the sunshine, and the stranger watching her from a distance.