_A Fair Apostate_ She stood flushed and quick-breathing when the door had shut, he bending toward her with dark inquiry in his eyes.

Before she spoke, he divined that under her nervousness some resolution lay stubbornly fixed.
"Let us speak alone," she said, in a low voice.

Then, to the old people, "Joel and I will go into the garden awhile to talk.

Be patient." "Not for long, dear; our eyes are aching for him." "Only a little while," and she smiled back at them.

She went ahead through the door by which they had first entered, and out into the garden at the back of the house.