It is only a little way from Fair View to the glebe house, from the glebe house to Fair View.

I will see you often, little maid, and you must dream no more as you dreamed last night." He paused; his voice changed, and he went on as to himself: "It is a lonely land, with few to see and none to care.

I will drift with the summer, making of it an idyl, beautiful,--yes, and innocent! When autumn comes I will go to Westover." Of this speech Audrey caught only the last word.

A wonderful smile, so bright was it, and withal so sad, came into her face.

"Westover!" she said to herself.