Only sleep, my darling," murmured the devoted Swiss.

The shadows deepened over Nadine Johnstone as she fell asleep dreaming of her mother, the gentle vision, and, the absent lover of her girlish heart.
Sunny gleams came with the dawn, and Nadine was already wandering in the beautiful gardens of "The Banker's Folly," as the home perched on the hill was termed.

It was there that Douglas Fraser suddenly came upon her, walking with the white-faced Justine.

Both women could see that he bore tidings of grave import, and another shadow settled on Nadine's heart, as she clasped Justine's hand.
Her cousin's face was grave as he said, in a broken voice: "I must hasten away instantly to catch the boat, and I have to return immediately to India.

There's no time for a word.