DARTMOOR Dorothea had the profoundest faith in her brother's ability.

That he hit at once on this simple solution which had eluded her through many wakeful nights did not surprise her in the least.

Nor did she doubt for a moment that he would manage it as he promised.
But she could not thank him.

He had beaten her spirit sorely--so sorely, that for days her whole body ached with the bruise.

She did not accuse him: her one flash of contempt had lasted for an instant only, and the old habit of reverence quickly effaced it.