Resolutely he hurried away from the sight of that ugly little framed picture upon which he had gazed through the open French windows--the two men on either side of the lamp, watching him.
"Edith!" he called softly.
She answered him with a little laugh.

She was almost by his side.

He took a quick step forward.

She was standing among the deepest shadows, against the trunk of the cedar tree, her slim body leaning slightly against it.

It seemed to him that her face was whiter, her eyes softer than ever.