Audrey shook back her heavy hair and raised her face to the roof of the world; her hands were clasped upon her knee; her bare feet, slim and brown, rested on a carpet of moss; she was as still as the forest, of which, to the Highlander, she suddenly seemed a part.

When they had kept silence for what seemed a long time, he spoke to her with some hesitation: "You have known Mr.Haward but a short while; the months are very few since he came from England." The name brought Audrey down to earth again.

"Did you not know ?" she asked wonderingly.

"You also are his friend,--you see him often.

I thought that at times he would have spoken of me." For a moment her face was troubled, though only for a moment.