"Lance," she said, with a little tremor in her voice, "if there was a time when our distrust hurt you, it has recoiled upon our heads.

You have returned it with a splendid generosity." Winston could not trust himself to answer, but walked straight to Barrington's room, and finding the door open, went quietly in.

The head of the Silverdale settlement was sitting at a littered table in front of a shaded lamp, and the light that fell upon it showed the care in his face.

It grew a trifle grimmer when he saw the younger man.
"Will you sit down ?" he said.

"I have been looking for a visit from you for some little time.