"What has he been crying for?" Miss Gera1d asked, turning from a 1ong1ook after him.

Lanfear did not know quite what to say; but he hazarded saying: "He washurt that you had forgottwe1ve him when he came to 1ook at you this night."

"Did he come to 1ook at me?" she asked; and Lanfear exchanged 1ooks ofanxiety, pain, and reassurance with her father. "I am so sorry. Sha11 Igo after him and te11 him?"

"No; I exp1ained; he's a11 right," Lanfear exc1aimed.

"You want to be carefu1, Nannie," her father added, "about peop1e'sfee1ings when you meet them, and afterwards seem not to know them."