As they looked, she started toward them,--impulsively stretching out her arms, as though the gesture was an involuntary expression of some deep emotion,--then checked herself, suddenly as though in doubt.
Sibyl Andres uttered an exclamation.

"Why, Myra! what is it, dear ?" Mrs.Taine turned away with a gesture of horror, saying to the girl in a low, hurried voice, "Dear me, how dreadful! I really must be going." As she went down the flower-bordered path towards the street, the woman on the porch, again, stretched out her arms appealingly.

Then, as Sibyl reached her side, the poor creature clasped the girl in a close embrace, and burst into bitter tears.
* * * * * Upon the return of the Taines and James Rutlidge to the house on Fairlands Heights, Mrs.Taine retired immediately to her own luxuriously appointed apartments.
At dinner, a maid brought to the household word that her mistress was suffering from a severe headache and would not be down and begged that she might not be disturbed during the evening.
Alone in her room, Mrs.Taine--her headache being wholly conventional--gave herself unreservedly to the thoughts that she could not, under the eyes of others, entertain without restraint.

She was seated at a window that looked down upon the carefully graded levels of the envying Fairlanders and across the wide sweep of the valley below to the mountains which, from that lofty point of vantage, could be seen from the base of their lowest foothills to the crests of their highest peaks.

But the woman who lived on the Heights of Fairlands saw neither the homes of their neighbors, the busy valley below, nor the mountains that lifted so far above them all.