An eagle wheeled above its nest at the mountain-top.

Ian spoke again.

His tone had altered.
"If I do not decline remorse, I at least decline the leaden cope of it you would have me wear! There is such a thing as fair play to oneself! Two years ago come August Elspeth Barrow and I agreed to part--" "Oh, 'agreed'-- " "Have it so! I said that we must part.

She acquiesced--and that without the appeals that the stage and literature show us.

Oh, doubtless I might have seen a pierced spirit, and did not, and was brute beast there! But one thing you have got to believe, and that is that neither of us knew what was to happen.