Chapter 30 No.30

Oh, when its flower seems fain to die,

The full heart grudges smile or sigh

To aught beside, though fair and dear;

Like a bruised leaf, at touch of fear,

Its hidden fragrance love gives out.-Lyra Innocentum

'The letters at last! One to Ethel, and three to Leonard! Now for it, Ethel!'

Ethel opened-read-ran out of the room without a