I never knew him do a bad thing; I never heard of a bad thing he has done; and--he has been good to you." She paused, flushing as she felt the significance of her words, and continued: "Yet there is--I cannot tell what.

I feel something.

It is not reasonable to go upon one's feelings; but there it is, and so I do not trust him." "It is the way he lives, here in these lonely woods--the mystery around him." A change passed over her.

With the first glow of meeting the object of her visit had receded, though since her last interview with the Seigneur she had not rested a moment, in her anxiety to warn him of his danger.
"Oh, no," she said, lifting her eyes frankly to his: "oh, no, Monsieur! It is not that.

There is mystery about you!" She felt her heart beating hard.