Fannycouldnotkeepthesecret，andcameandtoldherthatnightunderatransparentpretextofneededadvice。“Mr。Snooks，“saidFanny，“wantstowritetome。Fancy！Ihadnoidea。ButshouldIlethim？“Theytalkeditoverlongandearnestly，andMissWinchelseawascarefultokeeptheveiloverherheart。Shewasalreadyrepentinghisdisregardedhints。Whyshouldshenothearofhimsometimes——painfulthoughhisnamemustbetoher？MissWinchelseadecideditmightbepermitted，andFannykissedhergood-nightwithunusualemotion。
AftershehadgoneMissWinchelseasatforalongtimeatthewindowofherlittleroom。Itwasmoonlight，anddownthestreetamansang“SantaLucia“withalmostheart-dissolvingtenderness……
Shesatverystill。
Shebreathedawordverysoftlytoherself。Thewordwas“SNOOKS。“
Thenshegotupwithaprofoundsigh，andwenttobed。Thenextmorninghesaidtohermeaningly，“Ishallhearofyouthroughyourfriend。“