He and I made friends from the first." She plucked at the heather beside her, trying for composure.

"He would have been so glad of a son--so glad--" And then, by contrast with her own happiness, the piteous memory of her father overcame her; and she cried a little, hiding her eyes against Marsham's shoulder.
"There!" she said, at last, withdrawing herself, and brushing the tears away.

"That's all--that's done with--except in one's heart.

Did--did Lady Lucy know ?" She looked at him timidly.

Her aspect had never been more lovely.