"It is all your doing, Lucio!" I said. "I feel I can never thank you enough! Without you I should perhaps never have met Sibyl,—I might never have heard of her, or of Willowsmere; and I never could have been as happy as I am to-day!"
"Oh, you are happy then?" he queried with a little smile. "I fancied you were not!"
"Well—I have not been as happy as I expected to be," I confessed. "Something in my sudden accession to wealth seems to have dragged me down rather than lifted me up,— it is strange ''
"It is not strange at all," he interrupted; "on the contrary it is very natural. As a rule the most miserable people in the world are the rich."
"Are you miserable, for instance?" I asked, smiling.
His eyes rested on me with a dark and dreary pathos.
"Are you too blind to see that I am?" he
