Her clear-cut profile against the yellow light of the cabin windows appeared most attractive.
"It is not so strange then, is it, that I should have felt interested in you ?" she asked suddenly, as though justifying herself.

"When Uncle Roger first told me who you were, and then explained what had occurred at your trial, naturally you became to me something entirely different from the others." "Certainly I am not inclined to condemn." "I never once thought of speaking to you--truly I did not," she went on simply.

"But when I saw you sitting here all alone, the impulse came suddenly to tell you how sorry I was.

You see," and she paused doubtfully, "girls brought up in the Colonies, as I have been, are--are not quite so careful about whom they talk with as in England--you know what I mean; we always have indentured servants, and become accustomed to them.

It--it is quite different out there." I laughed, thinking only to relieve her embarrassment.
"Believe me, Miss Dorothy, there is no thought in my mind that you have done wrong," I insisted swiftly.