Reynolds glanced at Glen, and the light of joy that was beaming in her eyes told him all that was necessary.

“You are the first visitor to spend the night here,” she said.  “May your dreams be pleasant, for they are sure to come true.

  “’Dreams to-night which come to you
  Will prove at length to be really true.’”

“May they be pleasant ones, then,” Reynolds laughingly replied, as he reluctantly bade the girl a formal good-night, and followed Nannie out of the room.

The latter led him at once upstairs, and showed him into a room on the west side of the house.  Reynolds was astonished at the manner in which it was furnished.  He looked about with undisguised wonder and admiration.

“Why, this is a room for a prince!” he exclaimed.  “I never slept in such a luxurious place in my life.  Your master must have notable visitors at times.”  Then he recalled Glen’s words.  “But am I really the first visitor who ever stayed here all night?”

“You must be the favored one for whom this room has been waiting,” the woman quietly replied.  “You must be the prince.”

“And this room has never been occupied before?”

“Never.  When I came here years ago, the master told me that this room was not to be used, but must always be in readiness, for some day it would be unexpectedly needed.  I never understood his meaning until to-night.  But, there, I must not talk any more.  Good-night, sir, and may sweet dreams be yours.”

Reynolds found it difficult to get to sleep, although the bed was soft and comfortable, and he was tired after the excitement of the day and evening.  At times he felt that he must be dreaming, for it did not seem possible that he had again met Glen, held her close, kissed her, and she had not objected.  His heart was filled with happiness, and when at last he did fall asleep, his dreams were of her.  But mingled with his visions was Curly, who appeared dark and sinister, threatening not only himself, but her who was so dear to him.  He saw the villain in the act of harming her, while he himself was powerless to assist her.  He was bound, and no matter how he struggled, he was unable to free himself.

He awoke with a start, and looked around.  It was only a dream, and he gave a sigh of relief.  He then remembered what Glen had said to him the night before, and he smiled.  He was not the least bit superstitious, and had no belief in such notions.  Let Curly or anyone else attempt to lay hands on the girl he loved, and it would not be well for him.  He knew that the expelled rascal was capable of any degree of villainy, but that he would venture again near Glen West was most unlikely.

It was daylight now, so hurriedly dressing, Reynolds hastened downstairs.  Glen was waiting for him in the dining-room, and a bright smile of welcome illumined her face as he entered.  They were alone, and Reynolds longed to enfold her in his arms, and tell her all that was in his heart.  He refrained, however, remembering how his impetuosity had carried him too far the previous evening.  But it was different then, as he expected it would, be the last time he might see her, and he needed the one sweet kiss of remembrance.  Now she was with him, and he felt sure of her love.