"After that dream I lay awake all night, and it came to me how wrongly I had done.

Hugon is a wicked man,--an Indian.

Oh, I should never have told you, that first day in the garden, that he was waiting for me outside! For now, because you took care of me and would not let him come near, he hates you.
He is so wicked that he might do you a harm." Her eyes widened, and the hand that touched his was cold and trembling.

"If ever hurt came to you through me, I would drown myself in the river yonder.

And then I thought--lying awake last night--that perhaps I had been troublesome to you, those days at Fair View, and that was why you had not come to see the minister, as you had said you would." The dark eyes were pitifully eager; the hand that went to her heart trembled more and more.