The effect of his coming was indeed striking. It was as if a gust
of wind had suddenly extinguished a lamp. The luminous eyes closed
for a moment, and the face became so pallid and ashen in its hue as
to suggest death. It was evident to Van Berg that her disappointment
was more bitter than death.
"Miss Burton took a long walk this afternoon," he said, hastily,
"and, I fear, went much beyond her strength. Perhaps she had better
see you to-morrow."
"Oh, certainly, certainly; I will remain, if there is need," the
gentleman began.
By a strong and evident effort Miss Burton regained self-control,
and said, with a faint smile that played over her face a moment
like a gleam of wintry sunshine:
"You strong men often call women weak, and we, too often, prove you
right. As Mr. Van Berg suggests, I am a little overtaxed to-night.
Perhaps I had better see you in the morning."
"I am a transient guest, and ought to be on my way with the first
train," said the gentleman. "My errand is as brief as it is
grateful to me. Do not leave, sir," he said to Van Berg. "If you
are a friend of Miss Burton it will be pleasant for you to hear
what I have to say; and, I warrant you that she will never tell
you nor anyone else herself.
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