"Come, who is it?"
Berenice hesitated an instant, then threw herself forward, bending over
the hand of her companion until her face was hidden.
"There isn't really anybody; and besides I've insulted him so that he
never could help hating me. No, there isn't anybody, Cousin Anna; and
there never will be. I know I should despise him if he wasn't angry;
and besides," she added with the air of suddenly recollecting herself,
"I hate him for what he said."
"That is evident," the other assented smilingly. "I could see at once
that you hated him. But who is it?"
"Why, there isn't anybody, I tell you. Of course I thought about him
after he saved my life, but"--
"Oh," interrupted Mrs. Frostwinch. "Then it is Mr. Wynne. But I
thought"--
"He isn't a priest any more," Berenice struck in, replying to the
unspoken doubt as if it had been in her own mind. "I heard yesterday
that he has left the Clergy House for good, and is staying with Mrs.
Staggchase."
"Have you seen him lately?"
"He overtook me on the street yesterday."
Mrs. Frostwinch put out her hand with a loving gesture.
"Bee," said she tenderly, "I want you to be happy.
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